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Here’s my bit ‘o’ fluff for the week. Happy New Year!
Word Count: 150
APOLOGIES TO ROBERT BURNS
From the moment we met my heart belonged to him. His voice was like wind song and his words like tinkling bells on a sleigh.
He told me he was born 3 kilometers south of Ayr in Alloway in the year 1759.
But how could this be? This is New Year’s Eve, 2017.
Nonetheless when he recited poetry time had no meaning.
“As fair are thou, my bonie lass
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my Dear,
Till a’the seas gang dry.”
Lost in the depth of his blue eyes, I sipped my fourth Scotch. “I’ll stay with you always, my love.”
“Impossible, m’lady.” His cheeks flushed from pink to crimson. He dried my tears with the tip of his trunk and whispered in my ear. “Dinna fash yerself, lassie. We’ll tak a cup ‘o kindness now, but an elephant can’t stay forever.”