If Burns had been alive today I often wunner whit he’d say; Wid he be unco proud tae ca’ Himsel’ a Scot Or would he see a land Where decency’s forgot? Wid he be proud o’ Scotland noo Tae witness things that some folk do: Runnin’ ither buddies doon Wi herts so cold, Condemning folk … Continue reading Third Degree Burns by Lorna Wallace
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An Ode Tae Tinder by Lorna Wallace
Hiy you. Aye, you! Are you alone? Do you sit waitin’ by the phone? Huv aw yir dreams eh birds an’ bees Burnt tae a cinder? Well whit yi dain, ya styoopit boy, Yi heard eh Tinder? It’s lik sunshine fur the soul, If settlin’ doon’s no quite yir goal, An’ aw yi huv ti … Continue reading An Ode Tae Tinder by Lorna Wallace
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