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James Joyce in Dublin
Father a tenor, raconteur
man about the pubs
losing jobs, money
hence the inevitable slide
from a comfortable home
with maids and a piano
cut glass, white tablecloths
to slobland, offal, trash
inkpots by seaspawn
cocklepickers subsisting
on tea, bread-'n'-drippin'
the ten Joyce children
living by the slums
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