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Famine

After you'll see that I'll crawl back You must be sick Thought she was my Annie Hall Or at least Ali MacGraw Now I feel so wilted, it's a famine affair

A red letter day for our nowhere industrial town A minister's heading this way - he's closing us down But what of my daughter - and what of my son Just

for more Never sure it's about to happen Wait for sweepstakes in the mail What you don't know it will rip you open Feast or famine Feast or famine Took

(eleanor mcevoy) An act of God has struck us An act of faith sustains us But it seems hopeless And I feel helpless to you An act of man has hit us Worse

Feed. Kill the needing urge that hangs inside. Wilted life, a wound in need of nursing. Self induced hunger. Forced it down to suppress the gnaw. Cursed

before I make my way to the end the sentence must mend or be bandaged. A slight disadvantage. I know we sound full but we're famished. we get feast, we get famine

Okay, I want to talk about Ireland Specifically I want to talk about the 'Famine' About the fact that there never really was one There was no 'Famine'

's eyes I had nothing to do with your demise I'm lost without you So let's propose a toast to the famine ghost Open empty mouths,all tied in knots

Warfare plague Famine and death Let God sort them out Devastation by fire From the sky Serve to die Warfare plague famine death Warfare plague famine