magnolia,remind me —by Míchealín Daugherty A common thread intertwines us tortured souls of creamy-pale luscious magnolia flower voluptuous, sensuous overpoweringscent too strong for most but then, so are we... When Eire is won lie me down wrap your celtic cross in those waxy flowers a bed of magnolias severe, blistering aroma (a freedom)tasted in the air by none, but we... And when england writhes in her cold grave enshroud me in magnolia's dark green foliage and with hardened yellow bud remind me luv 'twas not all for naught nor were we... Copyright © 2002 Ireland's OWN Page last updated 25 Sep 2006 Ireland's OWN Logo & Background by Míchealín Daugherty Copyright © 2006 Ireland's OWN. All Rights Reserved.