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By (user no longer on site) 48 weeks ago
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O my Love is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Love is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
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By (user no longer on site) 48 weeks ago
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But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love forever.
Had we never lou'd sae kindly,
Had we never lou'd sae blindly,
Never met - or never parted -
We had ne'er been broken hearted |
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By (user no longer on site) 48 weeks ago
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"Burns would have fitted into Fab live no doubt. Serial womaniser fathered 13 kids.
I was thinking this, and also, what would he have made of Social Media. How many followers would he have.  "
I think he would have got on pretty well. He could have made loads of shagging poems  |
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