Westwards the gaze wanders. Eastwards skims the ship. Fresh the wind blows towards home. My Irish child, where are you now? Is it your wafting sighs that swell my sails? Blow, blow, you wind! Ah,...
Every time I close my eyes I see you in front of me I still can hear your voice calling out my name And I remember all the stories you told me I miss the time you were around But I'm so...
a nineteen-year-old mom went to walmart shoplifted two fifty seven dollars worth of clothes from walmart she was with her sister and agee uh... people caught her so they've followed her...