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WILD WAVES CRASHING ABOUT THE OLD HEAD OF KINSALE I scramble into your bed like I'd do when I was 2 or four or more. Rub your back for you (you my 95 year old child ) until sleep gathers you in. Just like you did for me when I was your little boy. I listen to you as slowly slowly your dreams capture you. I love your each and every breath. And when you awake two hours later there I am still rubbing your back. You smile and tell me your mother would do the same when you were a tiny boy waves crashing about the Old Head of Kinsale. So here we all are the backrubbers of the ages all in the one place sharing different times comforting,,,soothing easing all the pain waves crashing about the Old Head of Kinsale.
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC
WILD WAVES CRASHING ABOUT THE OLD HEAD OF KINSALE
WILD WAVES CRASHING ABOUT THE OLD HEAD OF KINSALE I scramble into your bed like I'd do when I was 2 or four or more. Rub your back for you (you my 95 year old child ) until sleep gathers you in. Just like you did for me when I was your little boy. I listen to you as slowly slowly your dreams capture you. I love your each and every breath. And when you awake two hours later there I am still rubbing your back. You smile and tell me your mother would do the same when you were a tiny boy waves crashing about the Old Head of Kinsale. So here we all are the backrubbers of the ages all in the one place sharing different times comforting,,,soothing easing all the pain waves crashing about the Old Head of Kinsale.
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donall-dempsey
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC
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