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Folks, Here are some photos I took of the new Luas Stop at Phibsborough. Enjoy! #localguides                                 Brian

Well, I had to wade in on Twitter. Here's the link: https://twitter.com/bahern7/status/933094549785755649 Brian #Brexit

Folks, Here's a shot I took the other day whilst on a post-prandial perambulation. Please enjoy:-) Brian PS See link below to access on @googlephotos :                                                                                                                 https://photos.app.goo.gl/49PyGY17xiTrrfsp2                       #ashtown #dublin #wintry #warm #stylized #photosofireland #googlephotos

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The afternoon's quiet Sustained my latest thought That I had reached some dream state Where things were clear and bright. It was all vain I knew, Cloaked by walls Calmed by smells, This idea of you. "How easily," said a creeping voice. "Things would break outside this house." "I would not cave in," I replied. "Where once I went with my happy, noble, starry-eyed stride." But these again but vain conflicts To stir a too-still river, And once more I would find my mind Back on my make-believe lover. "She is the air and I am the sea And when she is charged she controls me. I crash and I cry in her mischievous face And when she is running my waves give chase. She levels my foul mood with a gentle breeze, Calming all my seven seas, And I at times can soak throughout her Crying and raining my boundless water." "Well done," hissed my tormentor. "You dream finely yet are chilled to the bone....

Tonight I would like to lie asleep and think and dream of Airstrip One. This room is small and dark, cold and hard, but if I can but think of her I will transcend the glum confines. It's my turn to ask what the love thing is all about? I heard one bleeding from rape brought in last night. I'd forgotten until now. A poem for the age they'd wanted over in the past, which is a separate land according to...oh...I forget now who!? The mind is slipping a lot of late, which is down to my habits. But I won't admit that even to myself. On my stroll this morning I found I was pondering the possibility that second-hand clothing could be of third or fourth-hand origin (hell, even fifth-hand!). Like I said, I'd like to lie dreaming of that great land. Sometimes I envisage the land as a lady, reclining with grace and allure, on a celestial chaise longue (but that's neither here nor there, a mere aside, so quickly back to the matter at hand). I'm cancelling the ...