I stepped in vomit yesterday,
Along a lane in Temple bar.
I wondered who had left it there
And if they had to travel far.
And if the vomit travelled too
Or at least a part of it
From whatever city came
The visitor that made Dublin green.
I stepped in vomit yesterday,
Along a lane in Temple bar.
I wondered who had left it there
And if they had to travel far.
And if the vomit travelled too
Or at least a part of it
From whatever city came
The visitor that made Dublin green.
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