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| | Glasnevin (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-11-02) |
 | | I grew up hearing the names of these people uttered throughout my life, being taught about them in history class, listening to discussions about them around the kitchen tables as they were spoken about, some with total reverence and respect, others with distain. |
 | | Walking through the grounds of Glasnevin was my stroll through my history, the realisation that these people were not just a figment of my imagination, or part of Irish folklore, they lived, breathed, loved, romanced, fought and in some cases died for this country. |
 | | The stories of this cemetery abound, from the bodysnatchers that would drink in the local pub and at night climb the walls to get in and pinch a newly buried body, bring it to the Royal College of Surgeons where they would be duly rewarded for their trouble. |
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