Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Friday, September 12, 2014
Ian K. Paisley
Playing to the gallery, with trumpetting roar, and vitriol, in younger years, where reason and justice hid, your own political party, and your own Calvanistic church, I believe Jean Cauvain, could well have been your closest friend. And there were those surprising stories of the same justice for all, with you, their member of parliament, and your daughter, well she called you a 'saint' and McGuinness, even called you a friend. I call you an enigma, complex and charming, away from the act. Ian K Paisley.
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