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Shadrach O'Leary

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O’Leary was a poet—for a while:
He sang of many ladies frail and fair,
The rolling glory of their golden hair,
And emperors extinguished with a smile.
They foiled his years with many an ancient wile,
And if they limped, O’Leary didn’t care:
He turned them loose and had them everywhere,
Undoing saints and senates with their guile.

But this was not the end. A year ago

I met him—and to meet was to admire:
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Sylvaonyema Uba 11 February 2017

...and to meet was to admire. Well written! Sylva.

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Martha Wisdom 27 October 2009

wow, i wonder if he is reflecting on himself?

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