Molly Malone said. “Sweet mistress Molly Malone” I caught the dengue fever in South America in 1993. Bad food and tropical weather did me in. They send me to the England shores t…
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Molly Malone said. “Sweet mistress Molly Malone” I caught the dengue fever in South America in 1993. Bad food and tropical weather did me in. They send me to the England shores t…
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Love be right.. Please hold my hand, please give me warm and gentle kisses with the midnight night moon above us. Let’s walk together near the sea, Let’s look at the millions stars abo…
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The Lake song… I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my journals, my pen and t…
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My Bonnie gal… I am going to Aberdeen, to be near the sea. I am waiting for a miracle, my Scotland blessing. I have loved the ginger-hair girl, eyes of hazel green, pale skin of the long Win…
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The sweetest gal… I brought the most beautiful girl to the Irish tavern, and I raised my glass to the sky in the dark tavern. I said aloud. “Drink to you, drink to me and drink to us. …
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Recently, a good friend posed a question that really stuck with me:”Are things that way because of a lack of time, or a lack of effort?”Whether it be a friendship, relationship, or just…
If, after all, men cannot always make history have a meaning, they can always act so that their own lives have one. ~ Albert Camus ~ ___________
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I’m not perfectJust perfectly flawed,With broken edgesThat are curved & broad.I’ve been ripped apartOnly to be stitched,Sewn with resilienceAnd a little added bitch.I’m a cocktail of disasterA …
Drawing by Donnie Purcell Trump was at the center of it all – planning, conspiring and inciting.
Photo: sciencekids.co.nz “The mystical is not how the world is, but that it is.” Ludwig Wittgenstein The Sea Shell The spiral, always the movement, beautiful premonition, the sum of bef…
Source: The Sea Shell – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon | parallax