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Stephens Green (the Rocky Road To Dublin)

James Stephens

The wind stood up and gave a shout;
He whistled on his fingers, and
Kicked the withered leaves about
And thumped the branches with his hand,
And said he'd kill, and kill, and kill,
And so he will, and so he will.

(C) James Stephens
03/10/2020


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