June gloom storm night...
'here we go round the roseys...'
sliding windows' rivulets...
'pockets full of poseys'...
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ps nobody in Ireland talks like that...we're not all Leprechauns you know.... ...sure an' begorrah... Slán Leat
elysabeth...... top o' the morning to ya from a coolish Juneish here in Ireland, while you're perspiring in Louisiana, (....ladies don't sweat! ....) Keep well, keep in touch....atishooo...atishooo...we all fall down Martin
nursury rhymes were meant to be sinister. a perfect vehicle. and somebody wonders why we're warped. gm Elys