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Irish Maggie
Contributed by
CodyJ
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Wednesday, 9th March 2005 @ 10:16:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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She floats along like an Irish sigh, Mother Mary with whiskey eyes drinks away in teary rye, me dear ole Maggie, has no reply. Her fiery hair lights darkning nights, she's like a potato famine with no end in sight, she's never wrong, and hardly right, me dear ole Maggie, freedom's delight. She sings in tones, so soft, so lilting, it eases my mind, even though she's a wilting Irish rose reciting prose, her sweet tenor stilting the notes better than life, better than the words, they'll make you a wife, if you mean them, then sing it gladly, for it will come your way, me dear ole Maggie
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Re: Irish Maggie
(User Rating: 1 ) by deadheadpoet on
Wednesday, 9th March 2005 @ 10:34:15 PM AEST (User
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Good write. It made me think of the song "Little Maggie" by Bob Dylan. Ekoostik Hookah preforms it quite well if you're interested. Anyways, I enjoy your work. Much peace to you. Laura |
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Re: Irish Maggie
(User Rating: 1 ) by girltranscended on
Thursday, 10th March 2005 @ 12:02:32 AM AEST (User
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I especially liked your use of "me dear ole Maggie" throughout the poem. You can't help but say it out loud. Great write! Although potato famine may be a little cliche. |
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Re: Irish Maggie
(User Rating: 1 ) by Sir_Odd87 on
Sunday, 31st July 2005 @ 09:28:19 AM AEST (User
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Molto Buono... I don't speak Italian, so don't correct the spelling, there... |
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