I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.
Wipe your glasses with what you know.
O thanks be to the great God I got somebody to give me what I badly wanted to put some heart up into me youve no chances at all inthis place like you used long ago I wish somebody would write me a loveletter.
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.
Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.