Grate Scot!

Grate Scot!

To father the sun,

To reign over rain,

To ground the ground and feel the gravity of it all.

To breath in the wind,

To sigh out the sky,

To billow clouds and float high above this spinning ball.

That is what it means to be alive lads.

(Happy Thanksgiving!)

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