Bernard Kennedy Biography

I never thought him dead.
Only running in the park,
and sitting stretched by fire,
or with his paw,
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Summer is brought
through this lemon zest
of colour-
reflected under the chin,
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It was a cool thing,
from the movies and a fix or high and then a relax.
Coffee and cigarettes for a fashion for a fashionista.
It gathered fellow travellers and was arty and fitted de rigeur of the day.
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We danced like gypsies in the heat of day,
and matched our colors bright and gay,
and music strings brought tears of love,
and bands of strolling players moved above,
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I met my father, on
the hill of the road,
at kilmashogue.
he was striding down from
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