Some pray and ask for miracles, {But you do them every day}, They seem to think that you should… Some mountain ... pass away. All the proof is in your deeds,
The breezes carried the scent of h… To the nose, to the nostrils, of t… And she bounded for the trees, wit… Right past the cows and the sway-b… She dined with them, daily, near t…
The Dittle-dots Construct their plots While the Rotten Randy’s Enlarge their lies. They all take hold
What is the difference between an Irishman and a liar? The liar is full of deceit, the Irishman is full of blarney...! Question: How many Irishman does it take to change a light-bulb...
There is a shadowy figure on the w… On this early Christmas morning And it moves with the stealth of… Darting and dashing, without warni… The mall is closed, it’s too late…
How many sounds do you hear in her… And what is the color of her soul… Do you see her in the blazing oran… Or in the hope that comes a-dancin… Does the song she sings remind you…
It was just past midnight When I heard a bell, It wasn’t a big one, It was small, I could tell. Ting-Ting, Ting-ting,
The Skylight’s Pink. There’s a H… In the mist and the morning shadow… Love and life, like a sculptures k… Has carved a world of sorrows. Grieving Blue, if all you knew
Oh shiny and versatile Crescent W… That hangs on my wall, near my wor… You have a hole, at one end, for h… Your designer was brilliant, he wa… My wrench is chrome plated
We are ripples On never ending lakes Like a crystal Too finely made, that breaks. We are mortal
Along the river near the lock in Gulhanny Lived a dragon by the name of Cruel And there, too,
Like waves of the sea, The grain fields moved, Grasping the ambulant eye. In this place of the beaver, The lumberjack and weaver;
The iron gates screeched, as they… And ghastly shapes found their way… An old hag, dressed in a hooded cl… Cracked her whip and gave orders t… Six ghosts bound in chains, groani…
It took seventy years to figure ou… That life scatters truth, left and… And those first thirty years, refl… Were shades of dull, with times of… There were some so good, and some,…
She said that she had walked among… But I see no flowers in the field… She said that she had heard a Rob… But I’ve never see a Robin on thi… She said that Aunty Lou had come…