it feels like we're drowning in persistent acts of pure evil lately. gasping for air as they grip another bucket of cruelty and pour it down our open throats.
When Irish eyes are smiling sure, ‘tis like the morning spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter, you can hear the angels sing. When Irish hearts are happy, all the world seems bright and gay and when Irish eyes are smiling. Sure, they steal your heart away.
Live a little kinder.
Enjoy the world in your own purposeful way.
Appreciate the good that is all around you.
Hold close the ones you love.
Tomorrow is never promised and one day it will be too late.