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21 April 2008 @ 10:01 pm
As I Went Up to Dunamore  
As I went up to Dunamore along the river way
I heard the blackbirds fluting low
Among the osiers gray.

And they were tuning for themselves
In sweetly stumbling rhyme
Half-minded chords learned long ago
From harps of olden time.

–F.J.J. Malone

(x-posted from the essential kit)
hegemony hedgehog: thirstyagrimony on April 21st, 2008 10:07 pm (UTC)
Any relation? :)
kitmizkit on April 22nd, 2008 08:42 am (UTC)
My grandpa, yeah. :) His 101st birthday would've been yesterday.
Scott Kennedyscottakennedy on April 22nd, 2008 12:40 pm (UTC)
That's a really lovely poem.
kitmizkit on April 22nd, 2008 03:37 pm (UTC)
*beams* thank you for commenting.