darragh murray

It is not the critic who counts

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A place where I can write irrelevant anecdotes that make me sound like a pretentious git.

Budding local poet, Alexis Conomos, sends in a delicious haiku that makes the transition from weekday to weekend all the more easier.

I try to escape
But I trip, on my own balls.
Why are they so big?

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