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Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy,
looking like he'd just been run over by a train.
His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken,
his face is cut and bruised and he's walking with a hellava limp.
"What happened to you?" asks Sean, the bartender.
"Mick O'Toole and me had a fight," says Paddy.
"That little shit, Mick O'Toole!" says the bartender,
"Surely he couldn't have done all that to you, he must have had something in his hand."
"Aye... That he did," says Paddy, "a shovel is what he had, and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it."
"Well," says Sean, "you should have defended yourself! Didn't you have something in your hand?"
Aye... That I did," said Paddy.... "His wife's breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight."
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"And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking.
Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but your older, shorter of breath, and one day closer to death" ...pink floyd
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