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As I reach the doorstep I hear a question from one man to another. “Will they change the flag?” “They'll have too. Part of it's Scottish.” I open the door, and walk inside. Is it important to change an ancient flag that really holds no purpose. More is slipping through the fingers.
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Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
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As I reach the doorstep I hear a question from one man to another. “Will they change the flag?” “They'll have too. Part of it's Scottish.” I open the door, and walk inside. Is it important to change an ancient flag that really holds no purpose. More is slipping through the fingers.
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Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
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