Poet, and Musician from Dublin Ireland: born 1968, graduated UCD 1989, postgrad COCR 1990: worked in Advertising, Publishing and finally the family mu ..
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Strumming chords, and humming to himself. And when he wants to seduce, draws out a few bars in the classical style, and thinks he sounds like a Grandee of the court of Philip of Spain.
He stretches out his legs in faded jeans, and hikes the collar of his fleece He is Don Miguel da Capo, brave and suave and above all, Tall. and no woman as yet has managed to resist his charm.
He plays guitar.
Half hidden in the corner of a room: A fixture at our parties. He never plays loud enough to hear His humming is a strangled whisper And no women to my knowledge yet has swooned Or begged our Mick to play her one more encore.
Yet he remains sanguine, For he is Don Miguel da Capo, and all must see the grandeur of this man.
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Don Miguel Da Capo by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne