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AE "Groat" - A Poem by Isabel Salmon

12th October 2011

AE "GROAT" by Isabel (mckay) Salmon.

Ae "Groat" id cam' oot long time ago since,
An' wi' ids weel kent face
Brought tales o' joy an sorrow,
And did id all wi' grace,

For iss wir weekly paper
Takes us back o'er land and sea
A link wi' bonnie Caithness,
Where we ever long tae be.

 

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