The Wearin’O’ the Green “O Paddy dear, and did ye hear the news that’s goin’ round? The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground! No more Saint Patrick’s Day we’ll keep, his color can’t be seen For there’s a cruel law ag’in the Wearin’ o’ the Green.”* The Seventeenth of March […]
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She sat at the top of the stairs, her big ebony eyes peering through the banister slats at the commotion below. Mia stuck her tongue out in pure playful innocence, made a funny impish face, then squealed with laughter and put on her small red and white speckled sunglasses, as if to hide her glee.
Melody’s Mature Meeting By Rico Wallace Eighty year old Melody was ready for the dating scene, again. Still sharp as a barbed whip, she sat in the coffee shop waiting for her, Mature Online Dating, contact. An old-timer entered wearing a rumpled gray suit, no tie and sunglasses. He looked around and said
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