poocht

Updated: May 2, 2025

At last, tae mak a lang story short, she was fairly dune. 'Geordie, says she waikly, 'the beast has quite worn me out! I'm fit to melt there is no strength left in me; here, come and take the rod! Weel, I deleeberately raise, poocht ma pipe, an' gaed doun aside her.

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