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Looming on the hill, A real monument, Cut with granite chisels, On the necropolis of Glasgow. To remind us who wrote Willie Winkie. A remarkable effigy Of Miller. There were others, Weathered and moss ridden That caught my tired eye.
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
The Monument
Looming on the hill, A real monument, Cut with granite chisels, On the necropolis of Glasgow. To remind us who wrote Willie Winkie. A remarkable effigy Of Miller. There were others, Weathered and moss ridden That caught my tired eye.
francie-lynch
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
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