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Bagpipes

How many can say they love the bagpipes
Hands please, uh you over there the Plaidy type 
Another that's two
A guy having a snooze
Sounds like stuff they play when somebody dies

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2020

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January 8, 2020 at 11:58 AM

Love the skirl of the pipes, my clan originated in Ayrshire, Scotland, ti's in the blood laddie.

January 8, 2020 at 12:30 PM

Really, it's a sound that goes way back in my life! All but gone now except for our Highland Games! Good day Tom!

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January 8, 2020 at 9:48 AM

Love'em. Every summer I'll hear someone playing from the dog park.

January 8, 2020 at 10:01 AM

Me too... we were meant to be friends! We have lotsa in common! Must be our heritage... love, Happy Jack XOX

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