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Magdalene watched  her father dig  from her bedroom window.  His cloth cap at the back  of his head, sweat on his brow,  mud on his boots  as he dug the sod.  Her mother was out shopping  with Mrs Moran, Mary's mother.  Magdalene looked back at her bed.  Had Mary there. Us lying there  kissing and touching.  Kiss me here, Mary said,  showing her small *******  with the light brown dugs.  Kissed and mouthed.  She looked back at her father;  he stood upright holding his back,  gazing where he'd dug.  If he knew he'd belt me one.  Secret love. None must know.  Sunlight shone through the window  with a soft flowing glow.
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
Magdalene Watching 1963
Magdalene watched  her father dig  from her bedroom window.  His cloth cap at the back  of his head, sweat on his brow,  mud on his boots  as he dug the sod.  Her mother was out shopping  with Mrs Moran, Mary's mother.  Magdalene looked back at her bed.  Had Mary there. Us lying there  kissing and touching.  Kiss me here, Mary said,  showing her small *******  with the light brown dugs.  Kissed and mouthed.  She looked back at her father;  he stood upright holding his back,  gazing where he'd dug.  If he knew he'd belt me one.  Secret love. None must know.  Sunlight shone through the window  with a soft flowing glow.
An Irish girl and thoughts in Eire 1963
TerryCollett
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
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