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http://scruffy-duck.netI’ve never been to Scotland,
having lived in Wales however
I figure I can’t be missing much.
Rain, hills, sheep.
Both shit at football,
decent at rugby, on occasion at least.
Here on the Welsh coast though,
we have to order out for our heroin,
to the Midlands, Liverpool, Bristol,
I’m sure Scotland gets theirs in house.
My friend loves it there,
I know she does, I don’t doubt it,
and I love it here,
despite the rain, hills, sheep.
Come world cup time
I’ll remember I was born in England,
they’re remotely better
but the country so different,
despite it connecting the celts.
Me and my friend,
we’re so far apart
but I think we’re quite alike,
quite alone,
surrounded by rain, hills, sheep.
r.l.w
It occurs to me, eventually, I will visit Scotland, and this poem will be defunct. For now however…