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  • My Grandda’s bicycle
    An old Raleigh built in Ireland
    White with black trim and red lettering and
    A fine silver bell on the handlebars
    Became mine in my thirteenth summer.

    I was a California beach boy born and raised. A true prodigal son come home at last and now set free to explore Dublin’s Fair City where the girls are so pretty. I careened through streets broad and narrow. I surfed the slipstreams of double decker busses like I was shooting the Huntington Beach Pier. High on diesel fumes and adrenaline and the sweet idyllic Irish summer.
    Séan Poole with John Poole @ #37, August, 1976. Six years after he gave me that bike.
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