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In spite of the sizeable amount of Scotch being consumed, the dinner guests were able to maintain an amazing degree of composure as more tributes were offered, more poems read, and more toasts were made. You can read some of Burns' poems at www.rabbie-burns.com. Here's a sample from My Luve is Like a Red, Red Rose: And fare
thee weel, my only luve! Wow. I'm usually not sentimental, and maybe it's the Scottish accent, but give me a break, Rabbie. (sniff) Previous page .... Next page
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