The Whiskey is poured and the Beer flows over.
Planted on your stool like a fresh green clover.
Raise a glass to the sky.
Slainte - cheers as time goes by.
Have no fear.
Grab your beer.
Be full of cheer.
Because Saint Paddy's here.
Dressed up in your green and brown
Ready for music - hit the town
Irish trad fills the air
Dancing without a care.
Have no fear. Grab your beer. Be full of cheer. Because Saint Paddy's here.
This is the hell I see When I close my eyes. A reflection of what's inside. I need an escape. Something to help me go to a world I would never know. Where is this good life? Where is my reward for the
Slight vibrations on the skin. Dancing fingers, travel. Light touch, rosey blush. Lips pressed against her breast. Caressed. Warm bodies intertwined. Bumps rise, down her spine. Warm breath soothes he
I wrote a poem it sucks I showed my buddy he hated it The rhythm is completely off it doesn't even flow and there are no rhymes. It even ends in the middl