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Walking On The Stilts Of My Soul

Walking On The Stilts Of My Soul By Paul McCann I was about 11 years of age when I first discovered the stilts of my soul that were a great resource...

Mother Of Grief

Mother Of Grief by Paul McCann Mother of grief , bring a release to all the unseen pain and encage the torment within . Mother of grief , each day is...

In The Days That Used To Be

In The Days That Used To Be By Paul McCann In days of golden shimmers when I sat on carousels with music playing in my head and the laughter of...

The First Day At School

The First Day At School By Paul McCann My first day at school was like a transition from dreamland to a concentration camp . I was just one of the...
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The Music That I Brang

The Music That I Brang by Paul McCann I came to you there on concrete streets and played until darkness fell , with a guitar singing songs I’d wrote...

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