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archive: in perpetual schottische

in perpetual schottishe Tune your pipes and honk ’em up lad and sup on the whiskey we gi’ you for tartan is flying and summer is glad and the blood’s in the tune alleluia O hear the soft swirls of … Continue reading

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on the bed

The neighbours gathered, a few friends too and not so much was said: for old man Kerr was ninety-six and lying on the bed. Before too long the cards were out and a bottle of rye was opened, and the … Continue reading

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