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Scally hosted his annual Burns Night nosh-up on Friday and aye, it was a bonny wee night night too. Many were fed to capacity (as is the norm chez Cushing) and many were embarrassed out of their skins too (you know who you are). The poem below was read in a thick burr by a woman with the delightfully Scots name of "Morag" ... how perfect! Oh, and a big thank-you to Blogger B for being the gracious post-hostess :o)
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