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Burns Night
Macarthur parked his bicycle between two tartan vans
On Burns night in the Trossachs, 'twas the gathering of the clans
An evening of poetry, of rhymes and songs and ditties
While serving wenches strolled around with big plates of Mcvities
Someone read a poem about a scottish cat Mcavity
But mostly it was bawdy stuff of lewdness and depravity
Macintosh w...
Tuesday 25th January 2011 9:48 pm
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