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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Collection | Bygone years | atsarmagh | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Collection | Bygone years | atsarmagh | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Seagulls Supper | atsarmagh | 0 | 12 years 12 months ago |
| Story | The Singing Petticoats | atsarmagh | 2 | 12 years 12 months ago |
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Seagulls Supper
Have you ever gone to the beach, for a stroll along the sea, to see only, the sand beneath your feet? You hear the lashings of salty water, lapping the grains winded whatever way the weather.
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The Singing Petticoats
From Culdee Street, to my Mother's Mother; We’d packed our bags to escape the bubbling babbles that had boiled over, leaving the need to simmer in the two up and two down in Market Hill.
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