Seumas, your poetry stands between me and misery. For that, I can only thank you for your amazing word-smithing, your tenderness for those hard farmed and untilled places, maybe never to be put under the plough places, the lovely competition with Cavan, the people you bring to life, your very humour, wit, the way you throw yourself into the poetry like a hurler, but with poise and all those tantalising inner rhymes, a certain ancient rhythm. You dance round it all so well. Thanks again.
Seumas, your poetry stands between me and misery. For that, I can only thank you for your amazing word-smithing, your tenderness for those hard farmed and untilled places, maybe never to be put under the plough places, the lovely competition with Cavan, the people you bring to life, your very humour, wit, the way you throw yourself into the poetry like a hurler, but with poise and all those tantalising inner rhymes, a certain ancient rhythm. You dance round it all so well. Thanks again.
Love you seamus,yes love ❤️
Wonderful
Nothing bothers our man from Leitrim. Happy out!
Ahh sure those wee jobs are soon put right , sounds delightful!!!!!!
Time has reckoned for soul who's dead handy
Never play poker with this man!😉
How does he not blink?
Seumas, was this a job spec that you have imagined or a real one?
its a common problem surely, an sure a handy man is very handy if ya can lay yer hands on him when ya need him!!!!!
calling all Irish lads come back home
If ye find a wee man to do the jobs will ye send him up here t'me
Blame it on the emigration, not a job to be got, and a happy dog to be inside!
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