<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0><script> (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-47423994-1', 'fortunecity.ws'); ga('send', 'pageview'); </script> <center> <br> <div> <script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://ad.broadcaststation.net/ads/show_ad.php?width=728&height=90"></script> </div> </center> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" rowspan="2" width=215 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="00a00902egerdp.jpg"> <div> <A HREF="http://www.geocities.com/aazucaar/index.html" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://www.geocities.com/aazucaar/index."><U><IMG SRC="0156f210.gif" border=0 width="111" height="33" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </td> <td valign="top" colspan=2 height=95 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#111111" FACE="Times New Roman" ><I><B> </B></I></FONT><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#FFFFCC" FACE="Times New Roman" ><I><B> </B></I></FONT><B> </B><B> </B><B>|   </B><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE=" "><U><B>home</B></U></A></div> <div>                                                   </div> <div> </div> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" height=385 colspan=2 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <I><B><U>My life</U></B></I></div> <div> (by Paul Hughes)</div> <bR> <bR> <div> I lived a quiet and somewhat sheltered life,<I><B>                </B></I><B>    </B><A HREF="id2.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Depth of my Heart"><U><B> </B></U></A><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#009900" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><A HREF="id2.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Depth of my Heart"><U><B>next poem</B></U></A></FONT><A HREF="id2.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Depth of my Heart"><U><I><B> <IMG SRC="00d0e0e0.gif" border=0 width="14" height="14" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></U></A></div> <div> till I was just 19 years old.</div> <div> I didn't go out to drink too much,</div> <div> or go anywhere near discos.</div> <bR> <div> It wasn't easy trying to get about,</div> <div> being from a rural part of Armagh</div> <div> as soon as I passed my driving test I went out</div> <div> and bought a car.</div> <bR> <div> It was, my ticket to freedom</div> <div> to travel up and down Irelands shores</div> <div> to get about from A to B, </div> <div> I became a rebel to the core!</div> <bR> <div> this car it was a metro</div> <div> out of it I got some sport</div> <div> with it's 1litre engine and four speed box</div> <div> yon wheels threw up some dirt.</div> <bR> <div> With a top speed of 80</div> <div> on the main roads I hadn't a hope</div> <div> but on the little back roads of Ireland,</div> <div> yer man in the BM</div> <div> would you believe he couldn't keep up?</div> <bR> <div> Well just last summer,</div> <div> I was round by Sligo</div> <div> and I met this wee girl called 'Joan'</div> <div> she lived on the shores of Erin's isle, </div> <div> in a wee town called Inniscrone.</div> <bR> <div> She asked if she could join me,</div> <div> on my travels around</div> <div> says I aye! Sure C'mon ahead hop in.</div> <bR> <div> Well I burned rubber as I took of spinning</div> <div> in the direction of Mayo.</div> <div> On down through Galway headed for cork,</div> <div> this wee girl, she was good fun!</div> <bR> <div> To cut a long story short</div> <div> when I left her back home she said</div> <div> "thanks very much for the lovely trip"</div> <div> she hopped out of the car and waved bye,bye</div> <div> and I never even got a kiss.</div> <bR> <div> Oh! Aye as I was sayin'                                   <I><B>                          </B></I><B> </B><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#009900" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><A HREF="id2.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Depth of my Heart"><U><B>next poem</B></U></A></FONT><A HREF="id2.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Depth of my Heart"><U><B> </B></U></A><A HREF="id2.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Depth of my Heart"><U><I><B> </B></I></U></A><A HREF="id2.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Depth of my Heart"><U><I><B><IMG SRC="00b0e0e0.gif" border=0 width="14" height="14" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></U></A></div> <div> it was late this night</div> <div> and the moon was bright in the sky</div> <div> what happened next you 'll never believe</div> <div> but it's true, honest that's right.</div> <bR> <div> In my usual manor and fashion</div> <div> I was booting it down by Enniskillen</div> <div> with a cow on the road and a crash and a bang</div> <div> I'm lucky I'm not the one that was killed.</div> <bR> <div> This wee metro, I had to scrap her</div> <div> and you know I miss her yet</div> <div> although it never looked like much </div> <div> at least it got me about.</div> </td> </tr></table></body>