An Ancient Irish Curse
Submitted by ziroby on 21 November 2003 - 1:00am
May the road drop off suddenly at your feet.
May the wind be ever in your face.
May the sun beat down harshly
on your sunburned shoulders
Main the rain fall in a deluge,
rendering your fields an impassable morass
And until such time as I have
the misfortune to meet you again,
May the Gods crush you
under their collective heel.
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