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In Dublin during the 1970's there was a man who dressed in traditional bardic cloths and wandered the streets and especially the coastal areas. He would get into trouble for stealing flowers from gardens and reciting ancient stories to bands of spell bound kids. He was quite cantankerous to priests and especially the nuns. He spoke in Irish, Greek and a stream of curses that would take the paint off a stone. We called him Moses.

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