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me scottish funny love poem as published...
" Me likes to think but not much drink, i ne'r even wish or like to sink in water dat tis stagnant en stink, but i wilt be glad always give ya me loving wink...me scottish funny love poem as published...
" Me likes to think but not much drink, i ne'r even wish or like to sink in water dat tis stagnant en stink, but i wilt be glad always give ya me loving wink, or at de fireside share me link, roasted hopefully wit out a burnt wrinkle or kink.,me even be glad put me love ta ya in ink even if need be in pink, i'd even buy ya en coat as close me can to a mink, if but only you'd continue to make me feel as thou without ya me heart would sink en be lost, oh that i cans't not of think, oh cans't ya see me love ya , wouldns't ya think.."
(C) Copyright 10/2/2015 Randall Paul Haffley Ambridge, Pa, U.s.a
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me heart doth ache and sometimes doth shake till me emotions dear for you doth wake, it feels at times i came out of de lake as tho wet bacause no knowledge i did take from others who's emotions are n...me heart doth ache and sometimes doth shake till me emotions dear for you doth wake, it feels at times i came out of de lake as tho wet bacause no knowledge i did take from others who's emotions are not awake, oh dear your love so refreshing i feel it and will of it partake for our hearts sake, and each day we'll make a love and joy so deep tis will cause many a more to awake, so much noone can say a inch of it be weak or fake, but till then me heart doth ache, quiver and shake..
me dear me heart and emotions tis awake..
(C) Copyright 10/6/2015
Randall Paul Jacob Haffley Ambridge, Pa, U.s.a
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Lament for a little Budgie-a true story by Marion....
I had a little budgie
I was teaching him to speak
Until one day I noticed
A small lump upon his beak.
The lump became quite scaly
and bigger still it g...Lament for a little Budgie-a true story by Marion....
I had a little budgie
I was teaching him to speak
Until one day I noticed
A small lump upon his beak.
The lump became quite scaly
and bigger still it grew
And so I took it to the Vet
To see what he could do.
''Hmmmm.''he said.And''Hmmmm'' again.
''this is a cancer scare
I'll have to take it off''he said
''That lump cannot stay there.''
''I can't use anaesthetic
On such a tiny bird,
I'll put him out with ether,
That works,or so I've heard.''
And so tenderly I stroked
my little budgie's brow
''Don't worry little fellow,
Just go to sleep for now.''
And soon the ether took effect
The little eyes then closed.
The vet then took his torch to burn
The lump from off his nose.
There was a great almighty ''BANG''
It was heard all over town.
My little budgie disappeared
And a wee feather floated down.
''O dear,that didn't work that time.''
The vet explained to me.
and then he handed me his bill.
Sixty-three dollars
plus G.S.T.
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I would be very interested in anyone who maybe connected to the clans,Brodie and the McKenna,s.Also Holds the names in their family tree,Chittick who came over from Ireland and Barnson.who came over f...I would be very interested in anyone who maybe connected to the clans,Brodie and the McKenna,s.Also Holds the names in their family tree,Chittick who came over from Ireland and Barnson.who came over from Norway.I hold a wee bit about most,but know little of my Grandfathers side.John Brodie.I look forward in hearing from you,take care until then
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I always enjoyed studying the works of George Mackay Brown, an Orcadian writer, when I was at school. For some reason this poem in particular stayed with me.
A Warped Boat
As one would say, lighting an ...I always enjoyed studying the works of George Mackay Brown, an Orcadian writer, when I was at school. For some reason this poem in particular stayed with me.
A Warped Boat
As one would say, lighting an evening pipe
At a banked fire,
'Barley will soon be ripe.
Ale should be sweet in the mouth this year
With all that rain in May, though the seedtime was dry'...
So Willag, before the Merle turned over
Rose from the rowlocks
And remarked to the open mouths on the shore,
'Drive old Bess, that fence-breaker, from the oats
Back to her patch of clover.
Yes, Breck can have my horse for his five groats.
And Jeannie is wrong again.
She raged by all that was holy I'd drown and die
In steepings of malt.
A fine evening it was for going to the sillocks.
But men,
It's a coarse drink at the end of a day, this salt.'
His sea boots filled, and Willag said no more.
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Mathematics || Spoken Word by Hollie McNish
A poem on immigration based on personal experience and studies. The poem owes a lot to a book by economist Philippe Legrain called Immigrants: Your Country Needs Them.
Mathematics
He says
"those g...
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my clan extends from and includes The McIntosh.The McKenna,s and The Brodies.
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