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April 9, 2012 / Keely


The rainiest May in recorded Irish weather history, the begging boy on the Ha’penny Bridge, barefoot in a torn, dirty tee-shirt and shorts can’t stand it any longer. He runs off, quickly returns in a shiny blue slicker and Wellingtons.
He plays his pennywhistle. The rain stops. He curses but manages to hide slicker and boots before a group of tourists reach him. They applaud, trade him money and candy bars for permission to take his photo. He nearly smiles. After they leave he gobbles a bar,  tosses wrapper into the Liffey and watches new rain sink it like boyhood.

Written by Thomas Michael McDade

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