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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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Carnivals and Gypsy Kings

Carnivals and Gypsy Kings by Paul McCann With no home of their own except for a caravan they would frequently arrive on the spare ground fringes...
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Using Your Head

Using Your Head By Paul McCann I said to the teacher , I am a poor creature , spare me the time to think . I should have done my sums , with my...

Belfast Afternoons

Belfast Afternoons By Paul McCann Diamond buns and hay-stacks . Coconut macaroons. Baps and scones and currant squares. Belfast afternoons. Beano...
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A Stormy Night

A Stormy Night By Paul McCann Tonight will be a stormy night , And to the town I have to go . I’ll ride my bike on this rainy night , As the wind may...

The Games We Once Played

The Games We Once Played By Paul McCann In another time around the streets of Ardoyne there was always games of one kind or another being played ...
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