The Emerald Isle Herself

by Romina Ramos I came for love but stayed for the island.Those were the greenest eyes I have everswam in but by fuck they were the coldest. The friendliest townsfolk, well sure afterthree rounds with a stout lady before lunchany man would seem like a pal to ya. I have sat underneath Ha’penny bridgesmoking joints… Continue reading The Emerald Isle Herself