A New Angle
Nae real, taxi for Creel. Across to Methil to visit Ethel.
I knew it all long. She didn't hover or hoover or visit the Louuvre and manoeuvre. Took it in her stride washed in with the tide. Nearly risen; nae East Fife but yeast Fife. Seein' is believen' in Leven.
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