Thursday, November 8, 2007

By The Rivers of Babylon

Eamonn started to babble on,
He wore that frown,
Yea we wept
When he dismembered Brian.

He said,
"Where was all the creativity
Required to break them down?
Now how shall we sing "The Fields"
In a strange land?

Oh, the moans of your mouth
And the lamentations of your heart
Aren't acceptable in our sight
Here tonight."
Ireland 2 Israel 2

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