Carmen San Diego just landed in Scotland, and oh those bagpipes.
Scottish dialect is one to be remembered for the
conversations that one may have are
outrageous yet fun from the music and the food and the history
to the countryside itself and still
listen to, and if one is of Scottish descent trying to pull it off speaking it even though
atrocious to the natives
notwithstanding
direct interrogations and just be one of the gang somewhat.
(I tried to use haggis and heather in the poem but could not think of a way except in the third line
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶4 days ago in Petlife
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Thank you for doing Scottland, Mark! I appreciate it!❤️🩵
That’s second time today ihave heard the word haggis. A friend messaged saying she tried it and now you wrote it. Well done Mark 🦋🦋🦋