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A LOVE SCENE
Jimmy O' Heaney His stubby fingers and filthy fingernails - Black with the earth and sweat and muck Of a fine, manly, spud-digging day's work In the blackened, barren fields of turf - Poked and ploughed her every grimy crevice. He ran the muddy cracks of his gnarled paws Down her greasy, measling, hairy shins, Which stank of honest, earthy, boggy peat. And he looked up from dragging His pocked knuckles over her bony, jangling joints And said: "Auntie Mary, please get yer own physiotherapist." |
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