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My I is for Innisfree as in the Isle of Innisfree. It’s a little Island in the middle of Lough Gill, Sligo, Ireland.
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evenings full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
By W. B Yeats
I’ve won lunch for two at 
I couldn’t get the drain cover off so the poor thing drowned, I felt so bad 
