A thousand orioles picked us up
A thousand orioles picked us up
And dropped us off on the cliffs of Moher.
The surf is white the stone is beautiful
The overcast makes the green glow with health
I see you you see me
We’re in synchronicity
Now how to get back to the city
Off these damn cliffs of Moher.
A thousand orioles congregated
They built a nest for you and me.
We can’t afford a roof
Instead this is what our love hath wrought.
Let us sit together
And suck eggs.
Ireland is falling into the ocean
Rock by rock by rock
We think we’re living
But we’re dying
The sea is rising
We’re compromising
Rock by rock by rock
Rocking in each other’s arms
On the motherfucking
Godforsaken
Desolate cliffs of Moher.
Fresh Hell 
At least you have a great view?
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Lol, that’s true!! So much nature viewing. Maybe this is what people mean when they say you can have too much of a good thing 😀
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Good point!
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Great little story! 😀
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Thanks Tom 😁
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You are so fucking great ❤️
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D’awww ♥️
I’m happy to hear from you, I didn’t realize you were posting again. I’ll have to catch up!
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trying some poetry …
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Yay! I’m excited to see! As soon as I have time I’m going through it.
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If you can’t tell I’ve got a lot of feelings these days 😩😉
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Lots of feelings are better than no feelings at all! 😉
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I like the way every time I go to your site it’s a different blog, lol
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I know I’ve missed your input and inspired points of view ❤️😊
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I loved this. Does it have a hidden meaning?
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Nothing hidden. It’s just a kind of bitter, existential portrait of love and life. With a touch of my dark humor.
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