I leapt into an abyss it swallowed me whole and the dark was just too deep to see falling took away my sense of direction the hole was just part and what I missed was not what I thought but what I felt when I hit the bottom and collapsed there was only up But I couldn’t see the sky
Year: 2022
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abyss
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st. paddy’s
“Kiss me, I’m Irish, it’s lucky you know”, Is not something I’d normally say. Though it is funny and almost all true, My Grandma Gaghagen would not approve, Except on Saint Patrick’s Day. So kiss me, I’m Irish and lucky to be, We can wish all our problems away. Let’s open Kilbeggan and lift up our glasses, We’ll toast all the Irish ‘til we fall on our arses. Sláinte! It’s Saint Patrick’s Day!
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good measure
You can’t measure a person by their character by their faith by their stature the way they express themselves the good they do for others You can’t measure a person by their honesty by their goodness by their giving the level of hope they have the amount of grief they’ve endured You can’t measure a person by their friends by their grudges by their money the love of family in their heart the moments they missed The only good measure for anyone is how much you’ll miss them when they’re gone
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