A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere.
His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success.
He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
So, nobody’s perfect.
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I tried to think of an excuse
For a visit to your blog
Alas alack ’twas of no use
Only wanted to hear the monologue
When the nightingale listens to the capercaillie, the latter blushes to the roots of his black feathers.
Break my heart, why don’t you!
And then I got angry.
And then…
Thought-provoking – or emotion-provoking wee poem.
It’s good.
Laughing.
It’s just a poem, Jenne!