Paul Breslin Poems

My lady Mary, lovely Mystic Moon,
Didn't you hear before I wept so loud?
You've not arisen in my thoughts too soon.
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"When ye was young, ye worked much better,"
Frank Finnegan said to his body
"Ye ran and ye leaped like an Irish setter
And yer proportions wasn't s'shoddy.
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Pudgey Pump, the playground tough,
Sun-baked a pot of mud-pie stew.
Delectable, it was enough
For Pudgey's own selected few.
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