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Sunday, December 21, 2025
Sad Decay
Robert Burns (1759-1796), "Awa', Whigs, Awa'," lines 13-14:
Our sad decay in church and state
Surpasses my descriving...
Id., "There'll Never be Peace till Jamie Comes Hame," line 5: