Re: Re: How well do you know Dublin?

Cork Street was on my mind.
So little of the day remains,
So much now left behind.

Unreclaimable, misspent.
Regrets? Perhaps a few,
But that is how it went.

And yet, we’re still in the dark.
Not waving but drowning,
But always seeking the Arch-.

Once gamekeeper, now poacher,
Now hunted, once hunter,
O preserve my sanity!
YOU WIN! dear gunter.