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Dunnotar, protector of Scotland's honors, how crippled you have become but for Cromwell's rage and purpose. Give the governor's lady your papers, for all is not lost in your courts! Through besieging forces she will smuggle them out in a place no gentleman dare search. And your treasure is safe in her keeping, until the crown of oppression is crushed and the Viscountess assumes her duty reviving your former glory; resurrecting your rightful status as you have done for Scotland, preserving what has no price.

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Date: 9/18/2017 1:20:00 AM
Anne Lindsay, I believe. Dunnotar castle: "Fort on the shelving slope". Thanks for this, Thvia...I like to be informed. Great poetry! My very best as always. Your friend. :) john
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Date: 9/22/2010 2:09:00 PM
Ohh I love Scotland, and someone else does too! Light & Love
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Date: 9/6/2010 12:16:00 AM
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