Sunday, December 17, 2006

287. At Once I Was Irish, At Least - Thomas Whitehead

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There was no one with me, so
I took my hot baked potato
and while I ate the other
portions of my uncomplicated dinner,

held the potato inside my jacket
and right over my heart,
and you should know, before
we part, how I was better for it.

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