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Talking to the Man Upstairs
Your irish charm is a gift from the gods.
I could float with every syllable you create.
To be carried away within your words,
Never to be seen again by uncaring eye or
Touched by selfish thought.
Speak to me as a long lost friend or as
lovers reunited.
Spin me a yarn
Tell me your tale
Laugh
Giggle
Scream
Shout
Cry
Weep
Make it long
Make it tall
Be bold
Be humble
Be proud
So much to see
So much to hear.
To keep us safe and healthy
I will pray to whoever will listen.
Your irish charm is a gift from the gods.
I hope they are listening too.
I could float with every syllable you create.
To be carried away within your words,
Never to be seen again by uncaring eye or
Touched by selfish thought.
Speak to me as a long lost friend or as
lovers reunited.
Spin me a yarn
Tell me your tale
Laugh
Giggle
Scream
Shout
Cry
Weep
Make it long
Make it tall
Be bold
Be humble
Be proud
So much to see
So much to hear.
To keep us safe and healthy
I will pray to whoever will listen.
Your irish charm is a gift from the gods.
I hope they are listening too.
Published 28th Apr 2013
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28th Apr 2013 9:09pm
Oh goodness! This is truly a beautiful piece of art!
"I could float with every syllable you create.
To be carried away within your words,
Never to be seen again by uncaring eye or
Touched by selfish thought."<--My favorite stanza!:))
"I could float with every syllable you create.
To be carried away within your words,
Never to be seen again by uncaring eye or
Touched by selfish thought."<--My favorite stanza!:))
28th Apr 2013 9:46pm
