Originally Posted by
Alan H
Brave came he with hands that never tremble,
tartan in hand and denim to assemble.....
etc. etc.....
I think I need coffee.
Or a wee...no, make it a full, dram of Scotch!
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And this shall be for music, when no one else is near; The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear; That only I remember, that only you admire; Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire. (RL Stevenson)
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