Daily Archive: March 17, 2015

Favorite Irish [drinking] songs!

Originally posted on Bright, shiny objects!:
In no particular order… https://play.spotify.com/track/2CBc6cpaiMr8i20QfWwt8S https://play.spotify.com/track/07NW7RpZaSe2ohHXADWhxz https://play.spotify.com/track/4zkJyZ3cuzw7MLHAYxwsMT Add your favorites to the comments…

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I am a Thunderstorm 

Originally posted on Souldier Girl:
 The past is a prologue? To the story of my life ? Born into the palms of? Someone who would always be A stranger? I was supposed…

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“She serene me with the sweet words of love”

    She serene me with the sweet words of love Sometime we shroud ourselves in things we shouldn’t have. Torrent love flames will become weaker and you must have something else to… Continue reading

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Scars of a War Past

Kindness and concern lead to forgiveness. Be kind to all people. We never know what they have seen or done to survive.

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Please come home to me.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just good song and story.                       Please come home to me I called you from Monterey. I told… Continue reading

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Remember our Soldiers. Many are in harms way. Prayer we bring home. Safe and sound.

At peace at last A Story by Coyote Poetry A story for a good friend. Soldiers need to remember the old timers who taught us respect and how to lead. At peace at… Continue reading

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Originally posted on Friendly Fairy Tales:
You’ll find no green beer here Or stories with a jeer here about shamrock socks or leprechaun jocks; The Irish won’t get a smear here. I pass along this fantastic…

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Who Will Pass My Graveside

Originally posted on rosiesearsdotcom:
Who will pass my graveside When this life I have passed by Will strangers stop and wonder Who’s lying here and why Will nature’s weeds and wildness Be companion’s…

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The Fall and you

coyotepoetrebloggeddailykaya(Thank you Tumblr)                                The Fall and you The lazy days of Fall had left me with you. Just a swing and your laughter near. Dear Nature was fading and your sweet voice… Continue reading

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