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Holy Molly (and an Irish Ale)

Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
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Old black leather shoes and a short red dress
dimples and a smile are true to the test
a test to be free a test for the world
a testament to be told.

forever and a day to see how she moves
when she moves
she move like a dream inside a faded film reel
from long ago.

Holy Molly and an Irish Ale
waiting for a table for two
can you tell us your tale
of the life that you lived and the way that you move
your testament to be true.

The storm that fills our sails across the sea of dreams
carries a faded memory
forever and a day to see how she moves
and she moves in a time so long ago.

Holy Molly and the judgment day
the eye inside the storm
tell us your tale and how you move
tell us your testament to be true.

full sail set to eternity
Holy Molly and an Irish Ale to be true
across her seas in a dream
the time has come to see her move.
in a place so long ago.


Godfather.








Comments

  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    neat! :coffee:
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    edited May 2016
    note to self: just because my internet is slow, doesn't mean the world's is.
    Post edited by rollings on
  • Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    rollings said:

    neat! :coffee:

    how are thing's ? I trust you are doing well !
    thanks'
    Godfather.

  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    nice.
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • brianluxbrianlux Posts: 42,024
    I'll drink to that one, GF. Cheers!
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













  • Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    brianlux said:

    I'll drink to that one, GF. Cheers!

    thanks Brian ! have 2 they're on me LOL !!

  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    nicely done, sir

    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    chadwick said:

    nicely done, sir

    thank you my friend.

    Godfather.

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