Do you know who you are? Who this own is for, I wonder.
Irish ☘️ cream in my coffee makes me think of you.
Pour a good dram. Please, tell me one of your stories, maybe two.
I still feel your words, “mind yourself” how to this day they make me stop what I’m doing, smile, and take a deep breath.
You’re there for a moment with me and gone as quickly as I exhale.
May I ask…? You are so cryptic and often I don’t know what you mean. Could you explain some to me? I want to understand your comments better. Thank you for taking the time to make them. 🙂
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A thought held by you and many more. Thank you for clarifying. You are absolutely right, can’t pick your family you’re born into. That’s for sure. You don’t get a decision in that. Only later. I’m curious. Your view on this matter.
If family members abuse, neglect, and overall harm you repeatedly without relenting, without remorse. Is it not healthier for all parties involved to find a way through but if that can’t be achieved…when is it ok, uthan15 to walk away. If not for yourself, then perhaps another family member, or your child.
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Nice to know your name, John. I see. I hope you have a happy day as well. I’ll never stop asking….
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Forgive me. Of course! I’m slow, haven’t slept since idk. Wow, I remember writing that Eleanor Rigby post…geez, back in 2021 maybe?
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We make thick, tasty cream here in the Emerald Isle, and we’re happy that you’ve come to savor the taste in your coffee. But this is not all we make. There is, of course, the infamous Leprechauns, although I’d settle for the cream any day. Then there are the fairies – we have so many of them, surely they must be a gift from heaven. Some day, you should visit the Isle and see for yourself. Slaine Eleanor, I love reading your poems.
You Lil Dickens 
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