[while Laphroaig dram]
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One day, you may think, there's nothing to hold to
On this little ground of men;
One day, you'll just choose to be somewhere
Far from their boredom.
Then - off, to the sea, with a tartan as sails,
Alone, by the spirited autumn.
Until you are there, near the Kilbride stream,
A spirit of Islay nectar.
The Islay nectar
© Copyright: Виллард Корд, 2014
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