Old Stones
By Irish Eyes
Poem about heritage
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Old Stones
Old Stones A million years I lay among these hills and fields, pushed by shifting earth, great ice sliding me about, wind and rain sculpting my edges until just now, when your father picked me up to fill a small void in the wall.
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Baghdad to Jericho
"And they utterly destroyed everything in the city, both man and woman, young and old¦ with the edge of the sword Book of Joshua Baghdad to Jericho Come lads, it's celebration time. You've earned it, sure. You won the day. Now, in the sunset's bloody hue, come lift a cup, far from the fray.
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Brakeman on a Midnight Train
Brakeman on a Midnight Train I was a brakeman on a midnight train when steam and smoke and four good men could take a load of steel from Youngstown to Detroit and did - twice a week.
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Charlie Plays the Ukulele
CHARLIE PLAYS THE UKULELE Charlie plays the ukulele in a small Manhattan bar at a crowded intersection near the pier,
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Charlie Plays the Ukulele
CHARLIE PLAYS THE UKULELE Charlie plays the ukulele in a small Manhattan bar at a crowded intersection near the pier,
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