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The Smoothness of Stones / Míne na gCloch (from The Last Sasquatch)

When the sasquatch saw them
all those smooth stones
he wondered what could have done it
wind
sea
corrosive cry of gulls

here I’ll lie, he thought,
become like them

Nuair a leag an sasquatch súil orthu
na clocha míne sin go léir
b’ionadh leis conas a tharla sé
gaoth
muir
scread chreimneach na bhfaoileán

luífead anseo, ar sé leis féin,
bead ar nós na gcloch

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