Irish Mist
I was somewhat pissed
Amongst the Irish mist.
The clear bluest sea.
The brightest green fields.
It was lovely to see
The rolling clouds.
And it's better now,
That you're not around.
Tho' the tears did flow,
Upon the cliffs, and below.
My heart sang out,
Without any doubt.
Some healing was done,
Whilst the sun shone.
And a few fears flew away,
In a flock.
S. Camplin
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