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| ~ And nothing was hid from our union ~ |
| Padraic Michael Brian Timothy m. Kathleen Malone |
| Music: Always |
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| June 2 / 3 , 2006 |
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| He was a rovin Irish lad, She was a wanderin lass When their eyes met in a darkened room; Their gaze locked and held fast. He patted the cushion at his side And invited her ta sit. She came without hesitation, Intendin ta visit a bit. Their conversation was light and sweet, Neither heavy nor non a propos, But somewhere in it she lost her heart, Just when she niver did know. "What would ya do," he softly asked, Brushing her fingertips with a kiss, "If I asked ya ta join me in another room, A place more private than this?" "I'd come," she said, as simple as that, Surprisin herself as she did. 'Twas nae her nature but somehow felt right So she rose and followed where he led. (nae finished) |
| Have no clue what this is, or where ya found it ! Yer one up on me Darlin ( smilin Big ) The picture lock thing |