Paul McGrath
¶ 1
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The old knees
with their battle-weary scars
That spoke so many grand stories
The voice gentle as velvet
Yet not always so secure
and the rogue’s heart
that took to wandering
with a smile
with a shrug
carried the patience of saints
and earned the love
of those who saw the man
and forgave the flaw.
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