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GERRY SWEENEY'S MAMMY Mrs. Sweeney was Gerry Sweeney's mammy. And even though I had my own I had her on loan. It was like having a spare mammy. And even when she was mad with us she just couldn't be mad with us. "Go on..." she'd grin "....go on!" "Ya'd wear the heart out of a stone!" And if ya fell and ya were cryin' your heart and knee badly grazed or badly bitten by a bee she.... would hug you up with all of her self "Ahhh come here to me ya poor little dote!" Wrap you up in so much love it would last for years. For years. Gerry Sweeney was my best friend ever way back in the way-back-then: still is....nothing's changed except us young fellas have become auld fellas who still think they're young fellas. And every time I see him I could almost cry. I can still see his mammy smiling out of his eyes.
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Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
GERRY SWEENEY'S MAMMY
GERRY SWEENEY'S MAMMY Mrs. Sweeney was Gerry Sweeney's mammy. And even though I had my own I had her on loan. It was like having a spare mammy. And even when she was mad with us she just couldn't be mad with us. "Go on..." she'd grin "....go on!" "Ya'd wear the heart out of a stone!" And if ya fell and ya were cryin' your heart and knee badly grazed or badly bitten by a bee she.... would hug you up with all of her self "Ahhh come here to me ya poor little dote!" Wrap you up in so much love it would last for years. For years. Gerry Sweeney was my best friend ever way back in the way-back-then: still is....nothing's changed except us young fellas have become auld fellas who still think they're young fellas. And every time I see him I could almost cry. I can still see his mammy smiling out of his eyes.
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Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
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