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The start of a book that will follow an Irishman who decides to go to America.
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This is a poem I wrote mostly while blacked out during an especially emotional period in my life. It does not rhyme, but not all poetry must.
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Part of the middle of something I am working on about immigration in the early part of the 1900s.
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Written 1997
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