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MOUNTAINS & GLENS OF KINGS AND QUEENS LONG AGO ~

If you have a dream, don’t just sit there. Gather courage to believe that you can succeed and leave no stone unturned to make it a reality.

A Gaelic bard they praise who in fourteen adjectives

Named the one indivisible soul of his glen;

For what are the bens and the glens but manifold qualities,

Immeasurable complexities of soul?What are these isles but a song sung by island voices?

The herdsman sings ancestral memories

And the song makes the singer wise,

But only while he sings

Songs that were old when the old themselves were young,

Songs of these hills only, and of no isles but these.

For other hills and isles this language has no words.

The mountains are like manna, for one day given

To each his own:

Strangers have crossed the sound, but not the sound of the dark oarsmen

Or the golden-haired sons of kings,

Strangers whose thought is not formed to the cadence of waves,

Rhythm of the sickle, oar and milking pail,

Whose words make loved things strange and small,

Emptied of all that made them heart-felt or bright.

Our words keep no faith with the soul of the world.

Until you go to Ireland you have never lived

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By KINDNESS WISDOM

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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