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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | The Busker Stranded | mcscraic | 2 | 16 years 9 months ago |
| Story | The Brown Leather Frame (original version) | threeleafshamrock | 12 | 16 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Music And Me | mcscraic | 4 | 16 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Strange Little Bloke | Dynamaso | 16 | 17 years 4 days ago |
| Story | Some More On Poetry Form | mcscraic | 2 | 17 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | Semetric Poetry Form | mcscraic | 1 | 17 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | Table For One | mcscraic | 2 | 17 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | The Interview | mcscraic | 4 | 17 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | Through The Flames | mcscraic | 2 | 17 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Thinking Of Halloween | mcscraic | 2 | 17 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Snatched | mcscraic | 2 | 17 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Bravery Of My Father | mcscraic | 2 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Poetry And The Love Factor | mcscraic | 8 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Story | The Reconciliation | mcscraic | 2 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Not So Alone | mcscraic | 2 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Hound Of The Heath | mcscraic | 2 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Escape From Interrogation | mcscraic | 2 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Story | The Poet Gets A Job | mcscraic | 2 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Irish Living | mcscraic | 2 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Mirror World | mcscraic | 2 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Story | On The Bus | mcscraic | 2 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Hotel Berlin - Chapter 1 | Fallen_Hero | 1 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Story | The Mexican Sun | keleph | 10 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Forum topic | Round the Turf Fire by mcscraic | david2885 | 1 | 19 years 8 months ago |
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The Heart Of The Place We Call Home
The Heart Of The Place We Call Home By Paul McCann I grew up in Ireland and found a loving community who believed in God and we all lived together in...
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Running With Cuchulainn
Running With Cuchulainn By Paul McCann Every street in Ardoyne had there own wee groups that would play games and tell stories , There was a group of...
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Mother Of Songs
Mother of songs By Paul McCann Mother of songs the melody is you it moves on the wind and flies high above Mother of songs you sing full of grace and...
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A Wee Word In Your Ear
A Wee Word In Your Ear By Paul McCann “Mrs Mc Afee and how would you be ?” “ Dead on there . How’s yourself Mr Magee ?” “Couldn’t be better despite...
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Camping At Cavehill
Camping At Cavehill By Paul McCann Small groups of us used to leave Ardoyne for different reasons . To get branches up the Glen for Bonfire night or...
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