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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 5 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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Fifi And Me

Fifi And Me by Paul McCann I have this old guitar , and she’s special to me . That’s why I gave her a name and she’s called Fifi . Fifi and me we...

Mother Of The Battlefields

Mother Of The Battlefields By Paul McCann Mother of the battlefields He stood like a warrior but raised no fist He walked among us , the saviour in...

Mr Pinkertons Garden Of Visions

Mr Pinkertons Garden Of Visions By Paul McCann Buttermilk and honey dewdrops glistened in the morning sun on the leaves of spearmint trees . The...
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Dancing In The Halls Of Wisdom

Dancing In The Halls Of Wisdom By Paul McCann She took the dream train at the usual time , just as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep ...

New Year On The Streets Of New York

New Year On The Streets Of New York By Paul McCann The sun had set and it was a cold New years Eve . Around and around the town the little boy walked...

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