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Prisoner in Paradise

Driven away from our emerald home
to foreign shores made to roam
sandy shores and rocky cliffs
salty winds, stinging spray, tossing wooden skiffs

lonely lands with laiden tropic fruits, soaking rain
shining seas and sugar cane
golden sun
we forever on the run

never more to go back home to Éire's sweet green lands
banished by the Butchers hand, by Cromwells ruthless bloody gang

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  • PatheticKt
    February 9, 2008

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    ever since i saw this title i was lured to read this piece and my, i didn't regret clicking the link to this simple yet wonderful poem ^^ i pretty much like it, all right n.n


    • Dark Prince
      February 9, 2008
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      Thanks for reading this

      It sucks I don't seem to have the muse so I don't have points to promote stuff. I am happy you found it and glad you liked it!