conor o gara
conor o gara Poems
|42.||Allow The Creative Juices To Flow||10/28/2009|
|43.||I Have To Put My Thoughts To Pen||10/28/2009|
|46.||The Basket Case Code||10/28/2009|
|47.||Be-Live The Passion||10/28/2009|
|50.||The Destructiveness Of Idleness||10/28/2009|
|52.||I Don'T Wanna Be||10/28/2009|
|53.||Life = A Stage||10/28/2009|
|54.||Busking On The Streets Of Dublin||10/28/2009|
|57.||No Way Hosé||10/28/2009|
|58.||I Am An Irishman Through And Through||10/28/2009|
|60.||The Tooth The Whole Tooth And Nothing But The Tooth||10/28/2009|
|61.||2 Travellers In Time||10/28/2009|
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2 Travellers In Time
Christine Mary I have no doubt what so ever that we were meant to meet…
I believe it was more than just pure co-incidence that our paths collided at Molly Malone’s feet on the bottom of Grafton Street.
Me with my hand-made African drum…
You looking for all intents and purposes
What the narrow-minded term a bum.
You were in a spot of bother it seemed.
Wondering where the nearest off-licence was located.
I was lucky I hadn’t been turfed off my current location/spot,
As I hadn’t bothered buying a busking licence.
5 cans a bottle of Jameson and a pack of ...
softly softly, slowly slowly
that’s how it creeps up on you
this feelin of lonely.
Empty house deserted streets
Your mobile phone not making any beeps
Than it arrives as quick as that,
And it covers your head