There was an auld wife from th’toon, Whee tahkt leik a reet proppa loon. Sh’ did a bit learnin, Soon tides were a turnin, Now she speaks with a sense of aploomb.
He once had a dog with the same name as me,He told me with whisky in hand.He wasn’t too tall, you were up to his knee,And he came from a far away land. He carried the look of a debonair spy,With a tale for every occasion.He once was a king for a charming young queen,And … Continue reading The Entertainer
The old woman’s story ended in loneliness. She wrote her final letter to someone unknown. The spidery writing was barely legible, written by a shaking hand. I am sending you word to say I am alone now. Surrounded by strangers and forgetting the days. I will travel to you soon. It was never posted. The intended … Continue reading An Old Woman’s Story
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