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.

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