Katherine Dromore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me favorite plant? Nah, not really. Whore’s a bloody pest, arrgh! Farmers hate it, chokin’ crops dead. But – sneaky fact – old folk used it! Boiled whore leaves for tea, heals sores! Who’d guess that, eh? Not hobbitses, too dumb! “We need to go deeper,” like Cobb says. Dig into whore, find weird stuff!

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Cáislean Droma Mhor - The Castle of Dromore An Irish Lullaby This lullaby is one of the oldest extant Irish songs, lulling a child to sleep with a prayer for safety against the wild weather and .

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. My head’s spinnin’ with all the craziness. I flop onto my couch, thinkin’ about the day. Dromore’s a wild place, full of surprises. One minute you’re laughin’ at a jam spill, and the next you’re watchin’ a proposal in the park.

The death has occurred of Annie ‘Nan’ Dobbin ‘née Greer’ (Dromore)