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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415431" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ennis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ennis will forever be enshrined in my mind, <br>A small mark on the map from another place and time.<br>Memories dimmed by many years as though cut with a knife, <br>First seventeen years of love and laughter in my life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a town bowed down by poverty struggling to survive, <br>Back lanes of half-door houses waiting someone to arrive.<br>Narrow winding streets full of friends and farmers’ horses, <br>Pompous priests dressed in black who always walked on water, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And girls in long green dresses that came down below their knees, <br>Moving past on bicycles; boys waiting for a breeze, <br>And cows moving slowly herded down towards the water, <br>Where their blood will fill the Fergus from the houses of slaughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Christian Brothers School where Brother Brien taught, <br>No such thing as freedom especially freedom of thought.<br>We learned everything in Gaelic in the very ancient script, <br>Letters from the Book of Kells or some ancient warrior’s crypt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are the guys I knew so well; stole by emigration? <br>Or shied from skirts that only hurt and joined some congregation.<br>And now the town is filled with cars and strangers wall to wall, <br>A noisy rush of foreigners in a one-way traffic crawl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And people don’t have the time to talk or gossip half the day.<br>They’re in a hurry, got to scurry, got to make their pay.<br>And traffic lights with tourist types looking out from buses, <br>This madness of modern times, I wonder ‘bout the pluses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Bredin">James Bredin</a><div class=q>
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A small mark on the map from another place and time.
Memories dimmed by many years as though cut with a knife, 
First seventeen years of love and laughter in my life.

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