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Permalink Reply by Virginia Purcell JImenez on February 9, 2014 at 1:20pm

One eve after reading Wild Geese,

I lay quietly down in peace,

remembering the blogs

'bout the land that I love

sweet tears flowing as  memories release.

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Heritage PartnerPermalink Reply by That's Just How It Was on November 20, 2014 at 8:45am

I left Ireland for foreign sores 

 to find me a job and a husband 

The job and man I found to be grand 

 But my Heart is still sore for Ireland 

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Permalink Reply by Kelly O'Rourke on November 21, 2014 at 3:14am

nice!

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Permalink Reply by Virginia Purcell JImenez on February 9, 2014 at 1:32pm

Born in a smaller Ireland

Nearer the Queensboro Bridge

My ties are still there

In dear Woodside fair

An Irish lass surely --bewitched

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Permalink Reply by ed o'toole on February 13, 2014 at 2:21pm

The Love Rondell   (- not a limerick, more of a subtle invitation.)

My dearest, you will be
Forever young to me
By glow of magic moon
And bright star shine.

In shadow at the secret grove
We shall fondle and embrace
Our bodies tenderly entwined
Till passion is fulfilled.

And all about, a wondrous sound
As small birds sing love’s melody.
My dearest, you will always be
So loved, and ever young to me.

By glow of magic moon
And bright star shine
My dearest, you will be
Forever young to me.

Ed O'Toole

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Permalink Reply by Maryann Tracy on February 21, 2014 at 10:38am

There was a young a man from Kanturk,
His name was John Patrick Quirk,

He prayed up above,
to find his true love,

He found it was nuch too much work.

He tried on line dating.
His dream, it was fading,

Until he met Miss Kathleen Burke.

Her screen name was Katie,
A beautiful lady,
They quickly became real soul mates.

So despite all his prayers,
John Patrick, he swears,
His good fortune he owes to Bill Gates.

Maryann Tracy

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Permalink Reply by Maryann Tracy on February 21, 2014 at 10:41am

There was a Indian prince named Sanjay.
Whose parents arranged marriage to
Princess Akkadevi of Bombay,

But she went to Ireland on holiday,
Fell madly in love with a bloke from Galway,

And now she's just Devvi O'Shea.

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AdminPermalink Reply by Fran Reddy on February 21, 2014 at 10:55am

Heeheehee!  Great!

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AdminPermalink Reply by Fran Reddy on February 21, 2014 at 10:54am

LOL! Good one Maryann!

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Permalink Reply by Virginia Purcell JImenez on March 1, 2014 at 2:59pm

She was a blue eyed lass from Tipperary

but rarely a lad did she meet

who fancied her brain o'er her fanny.

Too many lads drooled and made passes

at silly,,  dumb lasses

marrying not for love but for lust

Twas not till well after when beauty did fade

that they regretted the losses of bright thinking lasses

who had brains as well as  a bust.

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