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StoryThe Standing Stones Of Drombeg mcscraic22 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Giants Causeway mcscraic22 years 7 months ago
StoryAn Irish Sunrise mcscraic02 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Light Of Hope mcscraic22 years 7 months ago
StoryLove Will Bring You Home mcscraic22 years 7 months ago
StoryIt’s A Hard Road That Takes Us Far mcscraic22 years 7 months ago
StoryShe’s A Wonder mcscraic22 years 7 months ago
StoryGetting There mcscraic02 years 7 months ago
StoryIn The Ruins Of Kilwarra Church mcscraic02 years 7 months ago
StoryFlight From Arran mcscraic02 years 7 months ago
StoryWelcome To Salthill mcscraic02 years 7 months ago
StoryBehind The Castle’s Walls mcscraic22 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Ruins Of A Castle Fair mcscraic02 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Turf Around Us mcscraic02 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Dance Of The Marching Mushrooms mcscraic22 years 7 months ago
StoryYour Love mcscraic02 years 7 months ago
StoryI Found A Song To Sing mcscraic22 years 7 months ago
StoryLolo And The Land Of Dreams mcscraic22 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Ancient Hill Of Tara mcscraic32 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Storyteller And The Wolf Of Cushean mcscraic02 years 8 months ago
StoryMother Of Shadows mcscraic02 years 8 months ago
Story Melbourne Trip mcscraic12 years 8 months ago
StoryIt Only Rains In Melbourne At Night mcscraic02 years 8 months ago
Story Every Now And Then mcscraic02 years 8 months ago
StoryMother Of My Heart And Soul mcscraic22 years 8 months ago

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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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