Chowder
Chowder
A triolet
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Cullen Skink and chips at EbbCarrs Cafe, St Abbs, Scottish Borders
It’s pissing down with rain
But we’ve got Cullen Skink.
My chips are wet again
It’s pissing down with rain,
Water dripping through my brain,
Too wet to even think,
It’s pissing down with rain,
But…we’ve got Cullen Skink.
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