A Mc is on his way
Forced to find his roots in unreasonable ways
He traveled from the far east
To the Midwest
To find a new home
That ended up being in turmoil
And social unrest
Further gnarling his dome
He did what he could to make things right.
He paid what he had to buy some time.
He didn't attend a funeral in time.
Sometimes life isn't a perfect rhyme.
But the world had different plans
For that Irish-man
It forced him back to the land from once he came
For an unfortunate event
Having to do
With a best friend
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