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A tribute to The Bard, Scotland's own Robert Burns --shepherd to we farflung diasporees. Lonnie Glass put this poem to music and recorded it.
Burnt Doun (in Lallans Scots)
Oh nae mair leaves...
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Hang onto your ticket stub. The sangin' don't start til about 1:50. In the meantime there's cold pizza in the lobby.
This is the conclusion of a 57-minute presentation I did...
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The bloodless grail surely passed here. Soul-distress and ambient angst combine with reptilian majesty through the translucent prism of the Portuguese Man-'o-War.
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