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Rita Wrote A Letter

August 13, 2025 2:01 pm Published by Comments Off on Rita Wrote A Letter

I really don’t know how I’m talking Six feet down and under the clay The laws of nature forbid it But I was never good with rules anyway The day I walked out of prison I knew that I was still in stir For the crime committed I was still doing time Behind the walls between me and her  Rita wrote a letter I keep it with me every day Rita wrote a letter And this is what she had to say She said, ‘Joe I’m really sorry But me and Dan,... View Article

The Magpies

October 3, 2023 11:56 pm Published by Comments Off on The Magpies

DENIS GLOVERMusic – Paul Kelly (Sony/ATV) When Tom and Elizabeth took the farm The bracken made their bed, And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle The magpies said.   Tom’s hand was strong to the plough Elizabeth’s lips were red, And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle The magpies said.   Year in year out they worked While the pines grew overhead, And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle The magpies said.   But all the beautiful crops soon went To the mortgage-man instead, And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle The magpies said.   Elizabeth is dead now (it’s... View Article

Sailing To Byzantium

October 3, 2023 3:45 am Published by Comments Off on Sailing To Byzantium

W.B. Yeats That is no country for old men. The youngIn one another’s arms, birds in the trees—Those dying generations—at their song,The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer longWhatever is begotten, born, and dies.Caught in that sensual music all neglectMonuments of unageing intellect. An aged man is but a paltry thing,A tattered coat upon a stick, unlessSoul clap its hands and sing, and louder singFor every tatter in its mortal dress,Nor is there singing school but... View Article

I Keep On Coming Back For More

August 15, 2023 3:44 am Published by Comments Off on I Keep On Coming Back For More

Won’t somebody help me please I’m afflicted with a bad disease No doctor can help me, neither can the nurse And the cure I crave is just making me worse I keep on coming back for more  Every morning I wake up with a promise to keep Then that old sun begins to creep In my mind a whisper turns to a roar And here I am again now, baby, knocking at your door  I keep on coming back for more I keep on coming back for more ... View Article