An OgAn Óg By: John HoulihanAn Og
Seamus The teacher stood at the front of the room, pointing to the white board and rereading to the class what he had just wrote expecting them to copy it into their notebooks. The class was small, only about fifteen Juniors, at the moment half of them were asleep with their heads down on the desks, and the other half were distinctively jotting down the notes that the teacher reread to them off the board. Seamus sat upright, his pen swiftly moving across the paper and his eyes switching back and forth between the board and his notebook. The room was stifling, the
Tall Walls and Iron GatesTall Walls and Iron Gates By: John HoulihanTall Walls and Iron Gates
In memory the brave Irish men and women who gave their lives for a taste of freedom.
Inspired by the youth of Kevin Barry, the love of James Connolly, and the peace of the Irish Hunger Strikers.
It was a cold morning, the sun hung high not giving out any radiance, the wind was gentle but when it hit hard you could taste the frost. The dark jail had stalking shadows, it's brutal features of tall walls and iron gates could scare the toughest man. But within the walls and gates of the court yard, hugged tightly with shackles, stood no
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oop man down
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suicide is a way to tell god "you can't fire me! i quit!!"
always!
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suicide is a way to tell god "you can't fire me! i quit!!"
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and get really inspired easily.
Thx for making me feel down (lol jk)
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