The Eyes Of Sly

By Sly

LONGFORGAN

Oddish pillar to what, I really don't know.

It's like a lion but beckons investigation.

Perhaps a man, who knows for sure.

The more northern than usual weather

has certainly taken it's toll.

I write this on the move, bound southward, Edinburgh bound, the witching must begin.

No bitching, just be witching.

SLY

XXX

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