Mcdougall Poems - Poems about Mcdougall

...Layla's face is a map of Ireland grandma McCormick says or Scotland Shawn McDougall adds hopefully Look at those freckles, they are irish insists Brigid You can tell the difference between irish a......

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...It is a small investment; this property out in the scrub. A building that is shabby in it’s ‘hey day’ was a pub. Blackberries scramble over it, with the sheds in disrepair; yes the Autumn Creek Ho......

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...No-one cared a jot for him He only lived for whisky and gin His philosophy is only this Stick one first A Scottish kiss Not gang owned Though sought was he A kneecapping he did for a fee ......

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