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I find myself void of verse at present and do not wish to post poems forced and therefore flawed so, I have turned to a heroin of mine, unfortunately not my sponsor, for a sample of her unique prose.
On Comparing My Husband to Robbie Burns - Pam Ayres
Oh oft I think of Robbie Burns
Striding though the heather,
All manly clad in tartan plaid
To spurn the Highland weather,
O'er loch and glen, that man of men,
His black eyes all a flashing
Could any heart not leap, and start,
Or fail to find him dashing?
Oh oft I think of Robbie Burns,
His dirk thrust in his gaiters,
And then I think of you dear,
And go home and peel the taters
Pam Ayres - The Works 1972 - 1992
I find myself void of verse at present and do not wish to post poems forced and therefore flawed so, I have turned to a heroin of mine, unfortunately not my sponsor, for a sample of her unique prose.
On Comparing My Husband to Robbie Burns - Pam Ayres
Oh oft I think of Robbie Burns
Striding though the heather,
All manly clad in tartan plaid
To spurn the Highland weather,
O'er loch and glen, that man of men,
His black eyes all a flashing
Could any heart not leap, and start,
Or fail to find him dashing?
Oh oft I think of Robbie Burns,
His dirk thrust in his gaiters,
And then I think of you dear,
And go home and peel the taters
Pam Ayres - The Works 1972 - 1992
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