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A little creepy though with the dead things you stuff
Full of mystery and that Scottish alure
Only ye cannae handle yer drink hen, so ye end up on the floor
Thats enough of me trying to write Scots tonight
Cuz I remember on the phone you said my impression was shite
You dwell in your cave not often venturing out
I cant say I blame you with your pointed ears and rounded snout
-excerpt from the epic poem by funxjayx | | | | | 1 entry | | |
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