the waterford front a three year old bright sunday best happy saw me slowed concerned as they do I smiled she smiled skipped past
granddad worn tiger followed this was no duty
I’d missed the galway train go to waterford it’s pretty the ticket girl had said the locals amused you know her loyalty but she’d a point
these are daughters I’d like that
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