--as the breezes float across the Sea to Ireland
Ulysses of Joyce was extricate ploy
there was hardly time for a consonant
before out cast the Mayhem and folly
its Chains as they yearned an incremental
succession of failures anxious foment
as Marti would have carved Transatlantic
but this was the best of all Ireland
a country at birth in a Neveraland
the crew bore its losses, curses, and fates
thronging in the furtherance of warring
so a Poet became a Novelist
took from the fibers of Seaward Breeze
where the Velvet finds its designs best wrought
to contemplate Nothing and hold still Thought.
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