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Hugh O'Donnell

My little man, down what centuries
of light did you travel
to reach us here,
your stay so short-lived;

In the twinkling of an eye
you were moving on,
bearing our name and a splinter
of the human cross we suffer;

flashed upon us like a beacon,
we wait in darkness for that light
to come round, knowing at heart
you shine forever for us.

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