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A Mc Is On His Way

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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