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The Minister said it wad dee,
/ the cypress buss I plantit.
/ But the buss grew…
The Minister said it wad dee,
/ the cypress buss I plantit.
/ But the buss grew…
Aiblins she thocht he’d hap her doon
/ In the old kirk-yaird ayont the toon
/ Whaur the kirkspire shadows his faither’s stane…
I was definitely typed, doomed
to be an exponent of evil
Emerging from the kirk
/ with my family
/ into a howling wind,
/ someone observed
/ my tear-stained cheek
/ and asked me
/ what was on my…
The dwarf with his hands on backwards
/ sat, slumped like a half-filled sack
/ on tiny twisted legs from which
/ sawdust might run,
/ outside the…
tell us a story they said
he thought a long time
unsure, like someone
searching blind in a cave