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From Glen to Glen
by Stewart Stafford
Solitary bike ride and you were dead,
The Ballymun Bard in Strawberry Bed,
Committed to your art, passion in voice,
The Grafton Troubadour made his choice.
Street, pub, arena with you as amplifier;
The listening public, your improv choir,
We had you but once, bittersweetly,
Life folding back upon itself neatly,
Gap in the soundboard of a holy guitar,
A tantalising future was a busk too far,
Visceral no more, see God in the clouds,
Your songs echo back fro
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Loneliness Ends With Love
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