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Monday, 3 September 2012
61/100 She went to the hangman laughing like a lover
Oh yes, but she cried when she saw the post and the rope!.
She stopped then.
She went to the hangman laughing like a lover.
[from Gallowsha (A witch fire), George Mackay Brown, ‘Travellers’]
Sunday, 2 September 2012
60/100 And you a dead man
And you a dead man
And no thirst or quenching in you at all -
a clay pitcher fallen on stone?
[from ‘Tryst in Egilsay: The two tinkers, George Mackay Brown, from 'Selected Poems 1954-1992']
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