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Irish Fire

what is up with the fighting fierce Irish? reality appears to them garish very sensitive yet beg you to stay when you visit, for just another day this is the problem with a great big heart never knowing when to stop, just to start living in the moment keeps it simple but often surprises, with a pimple my dad took every day, pimple or plain taught me to believe in living again to him I was nothing but superman no son would not believe that Irishman fire is hot and if too close you will burn just respect the man and his heart will turn -updated July 2016-

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Date: 5/31/2016 6:57:00 PM
So, you are Irish, but live in South Africa? Did you almost come to blows here?
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Date: 5/31/2016 11:45:00 PM
Crazy Irish dad, German mother grew up Dutch live in South Africa very metropolitan...:)

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