Our church Session celebrated its annual (sort of) Robert Burns party this past week-end. I will spare you the raucous behavior, the poetry readings, and the dramatic presentation and evisceration of the haggis. Let's just go back to Scotland.
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Sounds like a plan; who's buying the tickets?!
Wow. Beautiful picture.
Loved Scotland. Wish I could go back. It's in the blood, you know.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut ye up wi' ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Robbie really got into it, eh?
You're right on target.
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