May you always be blessed.
With walls for the wind.
A roof for the rain.
A warm cup of tea by the fire.
Laughter to cheer you.
Those you love near you.
And all that your heart might desire.
(Irish blessing)
I always did like the Irish.
I couldnt care less whether anyone reads this or likes it for that matter. It's merely a place for me to leave my sometimes odd, thoughts. A diary, if you will.
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