A poem of sorts

Sacred Stone Circle
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Even though the poetic form of a Limerick didn't actually come from Limerick, i figured poetry would be something different..

There once was a town named Limerick

On our map it was smaller than a pin prick

Here a plot passes

Knockfennel (the hill we climbed)
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(Angela's Ashes)

We stayed in because gang war fare was thick.

Yep, we were in Limerick for less than a day.  We spent the day playing in the national park and talking about sacred christian sites with pagan influences.  Good stuff.

And we have a new bus game.  McDowell makes the last person on the bus come up to the front and entertain people.  Needless to say i was last once and had to bust out my Ethel Merman impression.