The Edinburgh Half Marathon from Hell (Rock On)

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looking back

Like dafties we paid siller for pain

Breaking joints and spine on Edinburgh’s outlying lungs

The Arctic blast in April filleted the SAS team out;

Never mind the bands playing to the blue skinned

Natives and guests from all parts.

 

Yet it is as nothing to what hunger does,

What hatred carves out in many a heart and place

When you have a finish that is there not hidden

There is not much to get over

Just some pure Scottish rain pelting Saint and Sinner alike.

 

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Having had a good response to a running piece-here’s one for all and KS-time for another?

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