In the bleak mid Scottish summer,
Cold winds made moan,
Squirrels continue to shiver,
Sheep fear being shorn;
Snow could fall at any time,
Snow cold snow,
Welcome to the cold Scottish summer,
Not so long ago.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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