A Tuneful Irish Tale
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A Tuneful Irish Tale
Accomplished fingers begin to play./Their eyes mid many wrinkles, their eyes,/Their ancient, glittering eyes, are gay. – W. B. Yeats, Lapus Lazuli The old man in the Irish cap sat on a chair on the sidewalk outside his house across from ours. I would usually see him on my way home from school. He would raise his shillelagh to greet me and sometimes played a tune on the penny whistle he kept on his lap. Often he was puffing on a pipe which I coul…
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- 50% of the sources lean Left, 50% of the sources lean Right
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