In bonnie Scotland throughout many years I've laughed aloud and even shed some tears. A witness to a history unfurled, where once mine was an electronic world but now alas, for time is all my own; methinks it meet to strike a carefree tone.
I've not composed a poem for a while, although the effort brought a ready smile. In truth a simple rhymer's not complete if he's not dancing on iambic feet. Were those days really all that far away? Am I now able once again to play?
It's good to see some names I knew before, although mayhap from fabled days of yore. I'm older but no wiser I confess, a problem that this board may well address but I shall neither sigh or strain and mope if deemed to be a case devoid of hope.
Keith Logan, the happy chappy
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