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StoryThe Busker Stranded mcscraic216 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Brown Leather Frame (original version) threeleafshamrock1216 years 10 months ago
StoryMusic And Me mcscraic416 years 10 months ago
StoryStrange Little Bloke Dynamaso1617 years 4 days ago
StorySome More On Poetry Form mcscraic217 years 2 weeks ago
StorySemetric Poetry Form mcscraic117 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTable For One mcscraic217 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Interview mcscraic417 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThrough The Flames mcscraic217 years 2 months ago
StoryThinking Of Halloween mcscraic217 years 4 months ago
StorySnatched mcscraic217 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Bravery Of My Father mcscraic217 years 11 months ago
StoryPoetry And The Love Factor mcscraic817 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Reconciliation mcscraic217 years 11 months ago
StoryNot So Alone mcscraic217 years 11 months ago
StoryHound Of The Heath mcscraic217 years 11 months ago
StoryEscape From Interrogation mcscraic217 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Poet Gets A Job mcscraic217 years 11 months ago
StoryIrish Living mcscraic217 years 11 months ago
StoryMirror World mcscraic217 years 11 months ago
StoryOn The Bus mcscraic217 years 11 months ago
StoryHotel Berlin - Chapter 1 Fallen_Hero117 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Mexican Sun keleph1017 years 11 months ago
Forum topicRound the Turf Fire by mcscraic david2885119 years 8 months ago

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The Old Village Parish Priest

The Old Village Parish Priest By Paul McCann So there you would see him standing amongst them in between all the bigots filled with hatred who all...
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Back In The Village Before It Progressed

Back In The Village Before It Progressed By Paul McCann There once was a time and a place in our town long before progress had come along , when a...
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Before Good Friday In Belfast

Before Good Friday In Belfast By Paul McCann’ I was just a lad when things turned bad in Belfast like a lamb at the gate in 1968 . There were too...
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The Dance Halls We Once Knew

The Dance Halls We Once Knew By Paul McCann It started with the hop and ended as discos’ Kids on the streets of my town were kept on their toes We...

The Doves Cou

The Doves Cou By Paul McCann See the dove high up above asleep in the old oak tree . Secure she'll be until the dawn sleeping quite contently . Sleep...

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