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‘Let’s get down and dirty,

Spread the sun factor thirty.’

‘A dinnae bother,’ he retorts,

Sqeezing intae last year’s shorts,

‘A’ve got skin like leather.’

‘Away wie ye, ya blether!’

Later, in Vicky Park.

‘What about hiding aneath yon tree?’

”That’ll be cosy, you and me.’

‘We could stay till after dark?’

‘Dae A hear an ascending lark?

Night night.

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