. I just got off the Ferry from across the Irish sea. I landed there in Rosslare with a road in front of me. I thought how could I best describe what Rosslare did for me, if it were a woman I'd surrender her poetry. She's my girl from County Wexford as Irish as I've seen Her skin like cream, her hair so red her eyes a shade of green. Just like two kaleidoscopes her eyes keep me hypnotized. Speaking of her innocence that is always recognized, That's the beauty of Rosslare in this world is rarely seen Unless you are sleeping then you might find her in a dream . She has a Wexford Way , that is as silent as the dawn . So don't think you're in a dream now it's time that I was gone For I am drunk on Irish ness with beauty rich and rare. This love affair I'll share is like a woman called Rosslare . You may never see this place so that's just the reason why. I'm telling you there is beauty money can never buy. If you ever get here you'll find Rosslare will capture you . In a love affair where you'll find dreams really can come true .   By Paul McCann

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