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Cork Men

A breeze a good god might send
To keep company with old arms
And a chill pint, the sun put away
‘Round the corner, pub tables in the lane
Swathed in shade amidst the ebb and flow
Of tales well told by Cork men.


I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.