Izzy and The Cliffs of Moher The wind danced wild on Ireland’s shore,Where ocean waves in thunder roar.Izzy stood on the cliffs so high,Beneath a vast and endless sky. Wrapped in warmth, a scarf so fine,A gift of love, a treasured sign.Grandmomma Rozzy’s woven thread,Lay soft beneath her golden head. The sunlight spilled in golden …
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