I saw a pot of gold

Sitting slumped by the road

He was beautiful and broken.

And shone with alabaster

Broken teeth and shame.

His words were gold.

He was rotting

In his prison

But still glowed 

With all thats great.

Of the greatest of hungers.

He was Behan

He was Mangan

He was unshaven.

He flowed with a love

That only he could see

With fidd...

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