Wee bit o' a plea. For those who celebrate the holiday, Happy St. Patrick's Day, and many, many, many more. Sum Irish Sumquestionable
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Wee Bit o' . . .Wheeee!
A wee bit o' Irish, wee bit o' Cherokee, wee bit o' Scot, wee bit o' history more'n a wee bit o' a mystery. C'est moi.
What's great about Earth is a wee bit o' this and a wee bit o' that. If-if-IF we all agree we are from the same vat.
Row back to the shore where it all began, it is woman, man, woman, man, woman, man. Blood red as a red, red rose. Like that.
Some of us got more than a wee bit o' this. Some of us got more than a wee bit o' that. Fate picks the clover, Fate draws the straw.
As we celebrate this bonnie day and the next, let's raise our toasts to a bonnie bit o' sub-text says there is hope if we spruce up the ol' vat.
New home will welcome all races, all creeds, all/all, knowing the very last thing that we need is to divide. {Yes, Mr. Lincoln, divided we fall.}
I raise a wee glass of a wee diet Sprite to everyone willing to hold hands tight and dive in. All for one and one for all!
Happy St. Patrick's Day to you Pea! Shamrock and Rhinestone, climbing the pole to use Green Acres telephone. I don't get allergic smelling hay...darling I love you, but DON'T give me Park Avenue. Green Acres is the place to be!
No blarney here--just a veritable melting pot of wonderful words! You struck gold here, dear.
Me, I'm Russian, Polish, Czech, Hungarian, and a wee bit of Slovenian. And for today only, a wee bit of Irish--heck, EVERYONE'S Irish on St. Paddy's Day!
I am quite an olio myself, Pea. German, French, Basque, English, Scot and Irish and I have no idea in what order. I am an American, I suppose that is the best way to describe me, since it takes a whole lot of breath to say the rest. Have a wonderful St. Pat's, Pea. I toast you back with the last of my cup of coffee. Cheers, Wheeeeee, Salude!
Take care,
Sherry
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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"Wee Bit o' . . .Wheeee!" brings in a good message. Wit-Wise composition... A poetic grand indeed.
There is only one RACE on the planet Earth, and that is the >>>>>>>>>>>>>> H U M A N B E I N G < < < < < < < < < < < < < <
Andre Emanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Paul;-)
love and peace, Carole
Happy St. Patrick's Day Sista!!
Love Tinka
Regis
Sage
No blarney here--just a veritable melting pot of wonderful words! You struck gold here, dear.
Me, I'm Russian, Polish, Czech, Hungarian, and a wee bit of Slovenian. And for today only, a wee bit of Irish--heck, EVERYONE'S Irish on St. Paddy's Day!
Hope yours is marvelous. :) Excellent write!
(((((HUGS))))) and love, Karla O'Dorman. *grins*
Birgit and Roger
Take care,
Sherry