Peter O Keeffe Poems

Is it really more than all the faiths could dream of?
Or just another sunny August afternoon
Giving credence to the words they offered
A ray of hope in Ireland's troubled gloom
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I lurk where it's damp, I live where it's moist,
I excel in the wet and the warm and the foist. I bring those who are happy right down to their knees. (Those who don't know me might think I'm a tease....)
I'm a sexually transmitted disease.
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Are we all just farcical and predictably wrong?
Did the past seem mystical but devoid of any song?
Does the good we do for each other command a higher place?
Do the acts we know are kind make us a special case?
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