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Old Davie still did much farm work by hand.
/ Tae thin neeps, ye gae up an doon thae rowse.
/ Leave…
Old Davie still did much farm work by hand.
/ Tae thin neeps, ye gae up an doon thae rowse.
/ Leave…
You’ve already admitted that you came unprepared.
You’ve already admitted that you need them
more than they need you.
Luck is not chance —It’s Toil —Fortune’s expensive smileIs earned —The Father of the MineIs that old-fashioned CoinWe spurned —
When the fighting days are over, And we’re finished with the fray,When they draft us back to Dover To be put on pension pay;You may think we’ll be in clover But remember this, my son,When the fighting days are over, Then our fight has just begun. It is hard, there’s no […]
Two days before your death, you wrote / There is not much to report from here.
Buddy can you spare a rhyme, the time, / a line for Paisley?…
Since the former priestess’s departure / a sea-change has taken place.
The train glides through a world of frozen white,
/ low mists swirl and smudge the mirror of the Clyde,
/ Helensburgh stretches…
fallen in a heap
/ again
/ why do i keep
/ falling in a heap?
/
/ i got plaster
/ i got bricks
/ i got a…
Who can gauge our range or pace? Every woman, / a signal tower, an illusion, a ship bearing dead ahead.
It’s like painting / the Forth Bridge / without the fresh air / and fear / of drowning.
(from the photo with the same title by Don McCullin)
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/ A pipe fitter’s mate at the gates of dawn
/ Is wrenched from…
We will be closed on Thursday the 30th of November for the St Andrew's Day holiday. Dismiss