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STEWARTON Taken from the 1972 Bonnet Guild Festival Guide |
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Dry As a desert for forty years, no pub For miles, and strangers wondered why
Now four oases, and a
club. To turn the Annick fresh and clear Took forty years. Oh, I know how
The wheels turn rather
slowly here. And yet there may be infinite Stars in its heaven. And what is more,
It's where we live;
there's beauty in it.
James Graham |