From my poetry blog.
Ghosts Rueful I walk with the ghosts of my past, listening to the whispers and mocking laughs. Events long gone, the memories last like a rose in full bloom when the summer has passed. ©AndrewJamesMurray
City Jackdaw
Notes on a life
City Jackdaw 
Very fitting with the death of Dolores O’Riordan.
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I try to live without regrets. But you know, sometimes I can be rueful.
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