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Borderland

Low and squat -ugly, like a
scab on the heathery hill,
outpost on the road to Donegal.
Manned by boys; nervous; homesick.

Four of us over the border.
a weekend of diddly-dee music -
luck of the Irish looking after the rest.

He waved us in as we knew he would

wanting ID, maybe some respect
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