Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue If you don't like my poems Then you can go screw
I'll read Burns this year
And celebrate his birth
To stay connected to my mother
Whose father, My grandfather
Was a Scott
I'll make vegan haggis
Eat neep and tatties
While listening to the pipes
Remembering I'm the grandson
of a Coyle
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