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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.

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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.