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Caledonian Secrets
She’s a mistress that hides her secrets under fret
A flash of Victorian ankle maybe all that you receive
Her true joys often hidden beneath dreich petticoats
She’s the master of mystery, of guile and disguise
The tales she tells echo round the glens
Off barren croft walls and empty harbours
Her booming, brooding silence hides voices
Lost on the winds of time, home, yet no...
Wednesday 10th April 2019 8:13 pm
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