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And in a disused shed in Co. Wexford,
Deep in the grounds of a burnt-out hotel,
Among the bathtubs and the washbasins
A thousand mushrooms crowd to a keyhole.
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Poem A Disused Shed in Co. Wexford (lines 10-13); in The Oxford Book of Contemporary Verse ed. D. J. Enright

 

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