Vodka seems to be part of the Russians.
It's like order and structure for Prussians.
Vodka opens the mind,
but it makes one inclined
to fall over and suffer concussions.
How the Irish delight in their drink
is straightforward and touching I think.
Sean and Mary McGinnis
raise their glasses of Guinness,
and then gulp to oblivion's brink.
I’ve been told that the Finns take to boozing.
They love Kossu — a drink of their choosing.
This tradition is old
for in Finland it's cold,
so their habit can merit excusing.
dark dark force drawing me nigh
higher and higher into the sky.
falling falling tumbling there callling
a werewolf malling ones soul
another pole runer enters hell
a spirit landed and fell
baring tall tale foes its bell
demons compell me allthough
a witch reading me a weary spell.
calling my soul into a shell,were she
has hiden it deep in a well.
julie ann mcginnis 10/30/06
I have decided to forget about the strife
because it will always be a part of my life.
God gave me a gift
that would give me a lift
it was that it would be us
that why He sent Jesus.
Then He told me that I would have a friend
here on earth that would be there for me to the end.
I am so glad He gave me someone like you who cares
about me and will be there when I need to shed my tears.
I am so glad I have two great friends
who will help to the end.
To Melissa Ann Ware
By: Samuel Clay McGinnis
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