
Wee Gill bocht me Roger's Profanisaurus fur ma Xmas.
Ah'm no kiddn when ah tell ye thit tears wur streamin doon ma face bi the time ah goat ti the boatim i page yin.
Look oot fur mair colourful prose creepn inty poasts is a result.
- Memories of olden times that bring a tear to the eye, like sawdust fi a passing Anderson's lorry.
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