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...wi' a stench o' haggis
Yesterday's pale, noo dead
playing gigolo tae worms
in silence sinking intae gravity
dim light among th' bones
without comfort 'n' peace
in th' glen, o' auld lang syne
wi' a stench o' haggis
playing gigolo tae worms
in silence sinking intae gravity
dim light among th' bones
without comfort 'n' peace
in th' glen, o' auld lang syne
wi' a stench o' haggis
Published 26th Feb 2025
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27th Feb 2025 8:35pm
It starts and stops wi' haggis. Poor misunderstood haggis.
I've nivver had a haggis but I had a go wi' white pudding from a fish'n chip van which drove all the way up to the Rothiemurchus ski hut in the Cairngorms, one time.
I've heard it's a posh ski centre now
I've nivver had a haggis but I had a go wi' white pudding from a fish'n chip van which drove all the way up to the Rothiemurchus ski hut in the Cairngorms, one time.
I've heard it's a posh ski centre now
27th Feb 2025 8:38pm
27th Feb 2025 8:42pm
