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Memories of Youth Glesga
There was a smell to the place.
Stolid ,like its folk.
It hung in the air.......
Like frosty breath ,
on a winters morn.
Coal smoke ,from reeking lums.
The whisp, from yonder gasworks !
It emulated from the ground.
It clung to the trees.
It darkened the building's bricks.
It was the tangible smell ,of home.
A Very Scottish Air......
Giajl © Jim Love
