Written by Kenneth Hickey Let us go then, I and you, To the bar of the Roaring Donkey, On the eve of Christmas Eve There’s a guiding star up in the Heaven shining clear[1] drinking pints of porter, Votive offerings of old man for ancient friends. He said you passed through, Stopped … Continue reading Penelope
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