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For each job, the tools –

Some better than others ~ but

Never trust spreadsheets.

Painting my room white –

Playing Bach Cello Suites, live ~

Applause as we end.

Home late from the trip –

Dragging suit and self inside ~

Warm hug from the Boy.

Passing Joyce Tower –

A quartile on the way home ~

Across Dublin’s range.

Grasses become weeds –

Chop chop jobs for the weekend ~

The snail, caring not.

A Monday haircut –

Shut in, the last customer ~

Free beer a nice touch.

Victorian Pub –

Stories stored in its timber ~

Nice curve on that bar.

A sleeping giant –

Roused by the morning Sun ~

Iron shirts to birdsong.  


Two nice hotel staff –
She’s helping him fold napkins ~
As he teaches her. 


Working on the roof –
Above the noise, amid green ~
Dragonfly, also. 

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