by “Diane”

Shall I go without gifts
when you will not share my haggis;
must I haggle over happiness
to suit your suet taste
while I can go seek the loins of
hail well bagpipers
with lungs to
shout my praises like
chanters whose
drones pipe up my
dancing packed bags

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