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. Paul F. McCann A PRAYER FOR THE WORLD The world we live in is such a beautiful place, but all the wars that go on are just a disgrace. We need to...

We are the Broken Men, Madmen some of us Tragedies all living half-lives seeing we cannot control the barbarities of the world. Are you human affairs...

Writings of Mr A.N.Muggins, whilst under the influence of red wine ( Don’t worry he did not do any driving whilst under the influence. It was an...

An unprompted good cup of tea is the best cup of tea first thing on this rainy morning. He is becoming independent. This pleases me. I step back,...

A Strange Something By Paul McCann Something Jumping Thumping Bumping . There was a strange something in jumping Pete's Scrap yard. and it kept on...

. Green Pastures By Paul McCann . Meadows in my mind. Landscapes on evergreen thoughts. With floating ideals Far from the harsh daily grind. In...

A bird? Seriously? Among all of my sister’s relatives, she lets me take care of her bird for the holiday. “Please Jade! It’ll be just for a week. I’...

She was wonderful to us – always dressed to the nines and often in a fur coat, beautifully made up and scented; she was called ‘A lady of the night’, my parents said, which meant that she was up in the west end a lot...

8 th October 1988 Dear Mike, Well the first week of University has been a blast. As you rightly predicted there has been a lot of drinking. You'll...