Ed Kermode Poems

Wrack's dross
Fiddler's toss
Hero's pining
Faith's divining
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I assume from the light of the moon
That your lips were made for kissing
Hold me tight, tell me everything's right
Show me all that I've been missing.
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At last it's near! I face my death
With joyful exultation.No pain I feel, no longer life I cling to.
Strange that I have lived a life
so ordinary that it rippled not the millponds of the world.
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Chorus:

I'll take a snooze
When I've had more bootleg booze
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I am the smiles of Ireland
Full spirited and fine
To fill the eyes with paradise
And warm the heart like wine.
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Our brother was always a wandering boy:

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Our brother was always a wandering boy
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