From My Fathers Ashes

From my Father’s Ashes (Freddy) The wind blew west in Monaghan as it rained down on Afghanistan pity not the dead but the fools who think they live as happiness is to live for others He was born just after the nightmare of World War One joined the RAF when the next one begun He […]

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The Battle of of Kenmure Street.

Will you gang tae Kenmure? Racist Sheriffs at the door Glasgow folk are saying nae mair. They have taken to the streets man! Folk fae Govan  and Castlemilk fae the Gorbals and its ilk Descended to stop the Tory bilk We welcome Glasgugees man!   The UK team were playing at tug surrounded  by the […]

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