Rusted ower an out of use
Ower the years takin’ many abuse
Pare wee thing, dosney get tae play
Long hus it been since she had hur day
Oh whit a gloriuous life yuv hud
An noo to be stuck amid seaweed an mud
Pare wee thing, too far fae the sea
Ravaged an far fae whit you used tae be
A mausoleum o’ rust floats in the harbour
Goan naewhere, permanently anchored
Pare wee thing, doesn’t sail any mare
Gettin’ auld an worn jist isny fair
Retired tae become a seagulls place tae sit
Dreamin’ o’ sailing but jist isny fit
Pare wee thing, put oot tae pasture
Missing the waves o’ the sea crashin’ past her
Aye we aw know that oor life doseny last
But that dosny stop us fae mournin’ the past
Pare wee trawler, am feeling fir you
Stuck in the harbour, nae mare than a bonnie view
Cameron D Hamilton 01/02/2017
Cameron D Hamilton 
Could you read to me nightly
the stars fall less gentle
than your beautiful read!
Bravo!
Stunning❤
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Awww 😶
Thank you so much!!!
I’m so pleased you enjoyed this!
I’m loving this series so much, they’re so much fun to write and read. I just finished recording tomorrow’s and it’s my favourite!!
I will happily read to you, just pick the story and I’ll sing it as sweetly as my accent allows 😙😋😄❤
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My pleasure! I did enjoy… looking forward to hearing it! 🙏🏻😊💫
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So lovely the accent… when you have time write a story for me 😜lol then record it 😳….is that pushing my luck ? Teehee
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Ahahahaha!!!! Not at all, finding tine to do it is the more difficult part. Leave it with me 😋😄
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🙏🏻😘
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