Because you are to me a song.
I must not sing you over- long.
Because you are to me a prayer
I cannot say you everywhere.
Because you are to me a rose-
You will not stay when summer goes.
Langston Hughes.
Photo by Alistair.
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The Sunday Posts 2017/Mince and Tatties.
Mince and Tatties I dinna like hail tatties Pit on my plate o mince For when I tak my denner I eat them baith at yince. Sae mash ...
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Hullo ma wee blog, It's nice to get a comment or two on something you've published. Most comment comes from those readers who... -
Mince and Tatties I dinna like hail tatties Pit on my plate o mince For when I tak my denner I eat them baith at yince. Sae mash ... -
Loch leven and The Pap of Glencoe. Looking towards Ballachulish. Anyone who regularly reads my blog will know that I do love my his...
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Hari OM
Passed roses make great pot pourri though - scenting life long past theirs... jus' sayin'
Hehehe - elegant as always Alistair. Have a super week. YAM xx
Beautiful.
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