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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. Takes guts to do what they do! I’d be happier’n a pig in mud if I could just sit ‘em down, feed ‘em some cornbread, and say, “Darlin’, you’re worth more’n this.” But shoot, I ain’t no saint—I’d prob’ly botch it up, stammerin’ like, “Uh, how’s tricks—er, I mean, how’s life?” Real smooth, Dolly, real smooth.

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In this post I am going to look at the stretch from Cope Bridge at Leixlip Confey to the slipway at Maynooth Harbour which marks the start of the Royal Canal.

So, I’m on my way back, feeling pretty good about myself. I swing by the park on Elm St. to take a breather. Kids are playing, dogs are barking, and I’m just chillin’. But then, I see this lady feeding the pigeons. And guess what? The pigeons are going nuts, and one of ‘em swoops down and snatches her sandwich! I’m dying laughing. Like, “Lady, you gotta watch your food in Confey!”

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