McEltic Writing

~~~ Not far it was from Heaven 'twas the very month of June and the sweetest birds were singing when first she stole my tune ... As if from out ..

~~~ Tis a gladness found in sadness mostly pleasure wince of pain From an odor round the barroom none the boys could e'er explain Like a billowe..

To the memory of a distant past

~~~ The pitch o' night her captain feared her leeward pending doom November's raging breath ensnared to daunting reef she loomed Her belly s..

Longpoint... where sand and water spice the imagination

For those we miss

Hearts in memory drawn before us haste display their vesting style Daydreams shed and plead... restore us dancing o'er a rusted smile ~ Ch..

A true story about my great great grand parents

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