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He was seven and I was six, my Brendon Gallacher.
He was Irish and I was Scottish, my Brendon Gallacher.
His father was in prison; he was a cat burglar.

Poem

Now we're up on the edge

and over, on the mountain

with mountains beyond. Behind us,

            in the dark

Poem

Sirens! The cry went round the ship
as swift as if they'd sighted home
and every sailor felt the grip

Poem

Come across the rainbow bridge
to Asgard, where the Norse gods live!