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[title] => Sweeney's Despair
[time] => 2008-02-14 05:34:31
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[bodytext] => Sweeney, perched on the branch of a yew tree, cursed St. Ronan Finn, and the God he served. The bitter north wind lashed his hardened breast Mittens of ice and frost covered his feet. Through the latticed window he had observed his Eorann yield without hesitation to a rival king’s desires. Sweeney cursed the faithlessness of woman. Turning from the frame of his despair he exposed his breast to the world again. The austere mountains bent down to meet him and he flew, without song, into the air. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Polka [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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