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Keep the faith!
Jobee, Keep the faith(i.e. your faith) and stand up to those few who would mock anyone not agreeing with their narrow minded views. On this forum you are quickly labled "troll, inglis, etc. by the same 3 or 4 posters. Freah blood is what is needed.
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![]() Jobee Would I be right in assuming that you are a Dawkinite. I'm no fan of Richard Dawkins myself, but would be up for discussion, if you like ? |
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THE AULD BROON TROOT GOD
by Sandy Thomas Ross The auld broon troot lay unner a stane, Unner a stane lay he, An he thocht o' the wund, An he thocht o' the rain, An the troot that he uist tae be. A'm a gey auld troot, said he tae hissel, A gey auld troot, said he, An there's mony a queer-like Tale A cuid tell O' the things that hae happened tae me. They wee-hafflin trooties are aa verra smert, They're aa verra smert, said he, They ken aa the rules O' the gemm aff by hairt, An they're no aften catched, A'll agree. They're thinkin A'm auld an they're thinkin A'm duin, They're thinkin A'm duin, said he, They're thinkin A'm no Worth the flirt o' a fin Or the blink o' a bonnie black ee. But A'm safe an A'm smug in ma bonnie wee neuk, A'm safe an A'm snug, said he, A'm the big fush that Nae fusher can heuk, An A'll aye be that - till A dee! This is a poem I learned at primary school and have never forgotten it. I didn't write it myself, well, except the title, which I tweaked a bit.
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