This is one of those days that, for some odd reason, just
don't want to lay themselves down into the ever swelling ghost of memory. It’s 3 o’clock
in the morning, I have scotch coming out of my ears and I can hardly type
straight. And still I'm wide awake and can’t get enough of Luke Kelly
singing Raglan Road, or
whatever Luke Kelly happens to be singing at the moment.
The lady is missing, the dog is missing, it’s December so
there’s no May morning dew, but the wild geese and the homeland captivate still.
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