Once Upon A Time In Dublin. Comments

During winter nights around the peat fire we sat on wooden stools listening to grannies tales of fairys and banshees. We had cabbage and potatoes and soup, as the storm wailed down the chimney. I can remember the time what happiness was. She played the tin whistle and we fell asleep to the sounds of an Irish air. Sweet dreams of old Ireland.
Michael Cochrane ©
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