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The strawberry moon And the setting sun made love On midsummer night In the magical gloaming   Of a celestial rite

I used to sit behind her at school She was pale with a pigtail I used to count her vertebrae, Numbered the lines of the darn In her well-worn dress, She was thin, undernourished.She asked me one day Would I go for walk with her? Grandma Moran said to say no, ‘She’s far too bold, I tell ye, I know the Callahan’s. You’ll be giving her a wide berth now. Heavens above! You’re no more than twelve.’ But how could I refuse.By the waterside we wandered Where the elder blossom hung heavy. ‘Til we came to the weir where we turned And walked in innocence while she told me Things she had could tell to no one else. There was no one else she would trust...

I was standing at the bus stop. Two middle aged dogs walked past me side by side, quiet and purposeful, female Jack Russell terriers, no collars, no jackets, no lead. A couple of nice old girls. They stopped three feet away, sat down and looked down the street in the direction that the bus would come from. The young fellow, who owns them, Tim, a joiner on his way to work, followed shortly. We began a dog-centred conversation from which it emerged they were sisters from the same litter. Remarkably, for such a well-behaved pair, I learned that neither had ever worn a collar. Tim was taking them to grandma’s (his mother’s) for the day, as he ...

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