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Forgive – and forget?
[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] We cannot ask God to forgive, count us good, if we will not pardon those whom we should. When choosing to...
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IT WAS YOU
IT WAS YOU! GOD OF EVERY GRACE IS OUR KEY TO ENDURING FAITH. THE LIVING WORD, OUR RESTING PLACE HERE IS WHERE WE BELONG: WHERE WE SEEK ONLY YOUR FACE...
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The Music That I Brang
The Music That I Brang by Paul McCann I came to you there on concrete streets and played until darkness fell , with a guitar singing songs I’d wrote...
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Chronicles of Trumpenstein : Republican Fortunes By (As Distant As Possible!) Armchair Commentator Alfred N.Muggins
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28/2/25 The rotten Republican Party, rotted from the inside by the lure of money and the threat of removing financial support had basically been...
The Forgotten Song
One from my archive. Image by MarkGillow https://flickr.com/photos/28342603@N02/48174449426 . Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license.
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The Museum
On opening day, the street shimmered with excitement. Crowds had gathered, rosy-cheeked, scarves looped tight. Kids bounced on their toes, holding...
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An Unguarded Moment
An Unguarded Moment By Paul McCann Driving downhill to the town at midday as the thunder and lightening was going on . I saw the lightening strike in...
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A Victorian Lady's Memoirs Part Five
While we were deep in conversation, there was a knock. “Come!” Voiced Julia. The door opened and a reserved charlady appeared. “Yes, what is it Mary...
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10 Life Lessons. Number 9.
And then it happened. A life-changing event. Sometime in 1967, Mum and Dad got a letter from the council. They’d got what they wanted. An offer of a...
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Strange dreams are made of this
I don't know why it took so long. Now that I'm here, now that I'm standing in the comforting shade of the chestnut trees, I feel guilty. I should...
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If on a winter's night
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It was the stain on the kitchen wall and the new padlock that always stayed with Garda P.J. Crowe. How the metal gleamed from the pine shed door,...
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Entry 3 — The Box
Journal of Isla Loren — March 19 Location: the craft room (formerly the back sitting room) at the white house above the Aiglin Sea Weather: sunlight...
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10 Life Lessons. Number 8.
A life-changing event happened for me in 1966, and it wasn’t England winning the World Cup! Mum and Dad received a letter telling them they had to...
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POSTAGE
“ Will you get the mail please, Susan? Take Clement with you. And the gun.” I stood up, shoulders back. “I can drive myself. I’ve got my license now...
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J. C. Jones IV - Take Me Out of the Ball Game
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I wasn’t myself on last week’s show with Mister Claus. Please forgive me. And because J. C. still loves you, I...
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A Victorian Lady's Memoirs Part Four
From my diaries I have recollections of Nelly constantly wiping hands in her apron, it seemed to me at the time she was always being interrupted from...
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Dry Season
once, were cracks in the sky—splinters of sun now they’re sealed— edge to edge, mingled to one droplets fall on sheltering leaves: tearless grief— no...
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This Poem
This poem dpoesn't want to be in this poem It's seen plenty of tired poetry in its day This poem will sit on the shelf for years Gathering dust This...
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Marnie
Inside your head Is an unmade bed You close the blinds And search your mind Inside your head You’re well read You have all the answers And your...
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The Patrolman - 23
Taxi drivers who ‘do nights’ don’t need things spelled out to them.
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