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StoryIrish Emon mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryIts All Fair In The End Game mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
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StoryGilbert O'Sullivan Getting Down Under mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryJerimiah's Fortune mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryIrish Ian mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryHard Drinking Hugo mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryInvitation To The Eucharist mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryHave You Heard The Hooligans mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryGuardian Of The Bonfire mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryGods Voice In The World mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryJackos Ladder mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryI Found A Life mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryIn The Here Here And Now mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryHomeless At The Doorsteps Of Hell mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryFootsteps Through The Sky mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryEvery Sound and Taste mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryFive Footsteps Away mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryFootball Crazy - A Cinquaine mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryFalling In Love Again mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryElectric Avenue mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryFootball Rules mcscraic112 years 11 months ago
StoryDown To The Crossroads mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryDriving Daddys Car mcscraic012 years 11 months ago
StoryEach Olympic Moment mcscraic012 years 11 months ago

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Because It Was Sunday

Because It Was Sunday By Paul McCann Some days were windy and cool others days I went go to school . We didn’t go on a bus because we walked , all of...

The Face At The Window

The Face At The Window By Paul McCann Opposite our house there was a woman who sat at the window all day. I would always see her everyday when I went...

Street Football

Street Football By Paul McCann’ Without the word of a lie, I’ll tell ye there was something there. it was just magic , the way we played our street...
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Jennys Garden Dance

Jennys Garden Dance By Paul McCann Through the window in the kitchen ceiling a shaft of sunlight came through and landed at Jennys feet as she ate...

Jenny And The Magic Playground

Jenny And The Magic Playground By Paul McCann On her way home from school Jenny passed by an old house with a balloon on a string tied to the front...
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