To Ireland With LoveMy mother hailed from Ireland in the stories I was told, And me Uncle sank and drank the glories of their liquid gold. I am proud to pin the shamrock on a button by me heart, And it be me Irish dress what makes me look sharp as a dart! Glory, glory to the island! Glory, to the emerald range! I still proudly call it my land; And that pride shall never change! I will wake up in the morning and behold a sea of green, I will sing the music I’ve heard and tell stories of what I’ve seen; For though the emerald isle still awaits on foreign shores, I will keep the love for myTo Ireland With Love
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There comes a day when a man looks down at himself, and realizes that his pants are on fire.
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"Ich wundere mich wie weit es ist zu sonne wenn du ihr entgegen rennst"
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You know what they say 'When life give you lemons'...
I'm allergic to citrus
You know what they say 'When life gives you lemons, swell up and die'.
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Thanks so much for faving my art!!
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Commissions information: [link]
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~Thin line between love and hate, an even thinner line between Enimies and Friends? So are they one in the same?
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Feel free to drop by my gallery: [link]
when you're at it, check out : the fry bat [link]
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