The Stone of the Tourist
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The Complete Poems of Patrick Kavanagh
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Yankee tourist
He could sure
Talk to deafen a mill-race.
From his watch-chain
Platinum set
Hung
A chip of the Blarney stone.
I accept
He had been suspended
Head downwards
Two men holding his heels.
He had put his snout
To the stone mentioned
So favourably by Father Prout.