Thursday, March 26, 2015

Poor Old Michael Finnegan

Poor old Michael Finnegan

He had whiskers on his chin again

Along came the wind and blew them in again

Poor old Michael Finnegan

Begin Again

Poor old Michael Finnegan.............(and so on and so on) There really is no end.  You just stop singing when you get sick of it...lol


Well, this is what came flooding back into my memory when I thought about beginning to blog again.  It's actually a song.

Anyone heard of it?  It's an oldie, as am I ;)

I suppose if poor old Michael Finnegan could begin again, so can I.

10 comments:

  1. Yeah. so like thanks for THAT!

    Welcome 'back'

    love willie

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    1. What, you didn't like my song?

      Thanks, Willie *wink*

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  2. You most certainly could. 😊

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  3. Yes you can. Why not? Just come in and say what you wish.

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    1. Thanks, Minelle! I just published another post :)

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  4. yes have heard of this song too...lol...look forward to reading future posts...smiles

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    1. Hi Blossom! So glad you stopped by -- you're welcome anytime :)

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  5. Sadie, Sadie is that you?!?! Where have you been? I've missed you. Didn't think I was ever going to "see" you again. Holy Buckets don't disappear like that again.

    Dramatic enough for you, lol

    Love,
    Clara

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    1. Ah, my dear friend. Yeah, I guess I can give it another whirl, after all, eh?

      Holy Buckets, Clara. I just love the post you wrote "Important Question", by the way :D

      Love you, too,
      Sadie

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