Central - LAL | Dante | 's sittin in the corner o the | |
Central - LAL | Dante | looks at hur, smilin like he | |
Central - LAL | Dante | guffaws. The Young Team at ma | |
Central - LAL | Dante | 's richt. That's why his words | |
Central - LAL | Dante | , I’ll stint frae screivin o | |
Central - LAL | Dante | , gin I’m the bletherin gowk | |
Central - LAL | Dante | , your servant Cecco, an your | |
Central - LAL | Dante | loved Scotland an aw, in his | |
Central - LAL | Dante | 's waitin by the lockers. Agai | |
Central - LAL | ' | Dante | .' |
Central - LAL | 'Ah, yes,' | Dante | says. |
Central - LAL | be part of things like that,' | Dante | says, no noticin. 'All the bo |
Central - LAL | 'Hey,' | Dante | says, an eye emergin fae unde |
Central - LAL | nae conterdiction, in course. | Dante | ’s gracie consait is that he |
Central - LAL | Ma heart sinks. | Dante | 's gonnae rip ma story tae shr |
Central - LAL | writer because ah love books. | Dante | doesnae strike me as much o r |
Central - LAL | fail tae blink back ma tears. | Dante | puts a haun oan ma arm. Ah jo |
Central - LAL | ah pass two o the stragglers. | Dante | and a goth. |
Central - LAL | Why did | Dante | want me tae open up tae him i |
Central - LAL | e, ah'm no fussed that me and | Dante | look like pals. He doesnae gi |
Central - LAL | Ah swear there's a scab fae | Dante | 's face oan the desk. Ah look |
Orkney - ORK | a scene fae | Dante | 's Inferno |
Central - LAL | ir feem. His neist sonnet tae | Dante | wes a reid-wuid flytin. |
Central - LAL | ve a chance tae reply. Ah gie | Dante | a wave and open the door. |
Central - LAL | y hinks ah've replaced him wi | Dante | , no realisin that the Grim Re |
Central - LAL | Kempin wi | Dante | in a verbal speil, |
Central - LAL | Ah avoid eye contact wi | Dante | when he sits next tae me. Fur |
Central - LAL | Ah laugh and tell | Dante | whit does he expect when he's |
Central - LAL | An | Dante | , gin ye’re ettlin still tae |
Central - LAL | An | Dante | ’s wyce: langsyne he lairn |
Central - LAL | neist we hear tell o cam whan | Dante | (in the mainer o the time) se |
Central - LAL | a voice says efter regi when | Dante | walks up tae me. |
Central - LAL | Showin | Dante | ma poetry is the last fing ah |
Central - LAL | the sun rose and shone oot o | Dante | 's arse, but she does. It will |
Central - LAL | ah write, channellin ma inner | Dante | . 'A vessel.' |
Central - LAL | notion. Ah kin see that efter | Dante | 's feedback. Ma Great-Granda j |
Central - LAL | nnet whilk Cecco screivit for | Dante | anent a marischal in their co |
Central - LAL | tells us mair anent Cecco nor | Dante | ’s sang. |
Central - LAL | nerin a makar as maisterfu as | Dante | . Taviani is nae kenspeckle ma |
Central - LAL | ll o freins: aabody that kens | Dante | ’s bardrie myns o the dowie |
Central - LAL | Ah've gat sommat | Dante | doesnae huv. A Scots tongue i |
Central - LAL | jist taken ma frustration at | Dante | oot oan a netbaw. Ah'm gettin |
Central - LAL | She looks at | Dante | . Mrs Smith micht as well decl |
Central - LAL | There's sommat funny aboot | Dante | ah fink in P.E. Why did he li |
Central - LAL | tandards, but ah'm up against | Dante | . He writes like an auld philo |
Central - LAL | ttlin tae towt his frein. But | Dante | wesna divertit. His repone ta |
Central - LAL | ezzo, whaur he an the mauchty | Dante | war brithers-in-airms. Out o |
Central - LAL | is the breid o the vaiger.” | Dante | , as faur as we ken, never fas |