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In truth, we were both a little uncomfortable in our respective positions.
He, dead so long and poised satirically on a large granite boulder.
Me, so close to his nether regions.
But, we had a lovely moment together in Merrion Square Park…
Until I ran away and thew my arms around the bust of Michael Collins.
Sometimes, you want a Happy Prince
but you need a Path To Freedom.
Brianne M. Kohl 
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