Hav a gid yin Bo'ness.
As we write the summer sun is keeking through the haar.
Might be a roaster.
Mind n buy us a drink.
Friday, June 26, 2009
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- Memories of olden times that bring a tear to the eye, like sawdust fi a passing Anderson's lorry.
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