|Early Hour Memory|
| Holding us all from those young days, |
Through early school and popular phase,
One only admits the fact, so subtle,
Staring down another empty bottle,
I hear the hand tick tock today,
Thinking to myself to get away,
Away from this, that is always here,
This clock it matches my dropping tear . . .
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|Waiting For Green|
| Mobile phones with their special ring tones, |
Our generations become simple human clones,
Q. Why can’t we see this? A. We do what we’re told.
Stood here, waiting, in Dublin’s cold.
I look around and no smiles are seen,
None of the ambition of the 90’s scene,
I wonder if anyone thinks at all,
That they ro . . .
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