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Boldly through the cauld' batters on the sonneteer wae thick work boots an a sobering heed;     blisters form on his heels and start tae bleed, as the new builds part and the river appears. Doon by the clyde, the old sickly mistress, he sparks a snout in the ease of the mornin’. The usual grey sky turns dark wae a warnin’, but he draws in deeply and breathes out stress. If only I could follow him further through the city. If only I could ask how tae write upon these streets. Should I run with the crowd and speak over beats? Or speak in concrete and make them buildings seem witty?   I hink I’ll let this river run until the day I know how tae speak and spit wae the tongue of Glasgow.
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
For Mr Morgan
Boldly through the cauld' batters on the sonneteer wae thick work boots an a sobering heed;     blisters form on his heels and start tae bleed, as the new builds part and the river appears. Doon by the clyde, the old sickly mistress, he sparks a snout in the ease of the mornin’. The usual grey sky turns dark wae a warnin’, but he draws in deeply and breathes out stress. If only I could follow him further through the city. If only I could ask how tae write upon these streets. Should I run with the crowd and speak over beats? Or speak in concrete and make them buildings seem witty?   I hink I’ll let this river run until the day I know how tae speak and spit wae the tongue of Glasgow.
c-j-baxter
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
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