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Edina! Scotia’s darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow’rs, Where once, beneath a Monarch’s feet, Sat Legislation’s sov’reign pow’rs: From marking wildly scatt’red flow’rs, As on the banks of Ayr I stray’d, And singing, lone, the lingering hours, I shelter in they honour’d shade. (Robbie Burns 1759 – 1796) . . . Before the […]

A biting cold gnawing at the bones Freezing the marrow at the source I dare to be so bold to wear a T-shirt               Body fluttering like a sparrow in the devil’s hour                 There is nothing like brisk air to shake […]