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StoryDreckly (Part One) Angusfolklore28 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Slippery World of Superstition Angusfolklore18 years 10 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Conclusion) Angusfolklore18 years 12 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Part 1) Angusfolklore48 years 12 months ago
StoryCaptain Kidd, Accidental Pirate? Dundonian? Angusfolklore59 years 3 weeks ago
StoryComfy Cosy Angusfolklore59 years 5 months ago
StoryUrien Angusfolklore09 years 6 months ago
StoryWitches of Brechin Angusfolklore19 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Forfar Witches Angusfolklore39 years 6 months ago
StoryHoodie Angusfolklore39 years 6 months ago
StoryFAQ Angusfolklore39 years 6 months ago
StoryBourtree and Broom Angusfolklore39 years 7 months ago
StoryThose Who Cut The Holly Tree Angusfolklore69 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Battle of Nechtansmere, 685 A.D. Angusfolklore49 years 7 months ago
CollectionPoems of the Dark Ages Angusfolklore09 years 7 months ago
StoryPhantom Drummer of the Ogilvys Angusfolklore09 years 7 months ago
StoryMelgund Castle Angusfolklore39 years 7 months ago
CollectionFolklore of Angus (or Forfarshire) in Scotland Angusfolklore09 years 7 months ago

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Cornish Ghetto Wedding

By Angusfolklore on Fri, 19 Nov 2021

In the meadow (which is a ghetto), the well-heeled and so-so dressed make do with luxury. Basilisk businessmen become mellow-eyed, and the wives,...
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Autumn Things

By Angusfolklore on Wed, 06 Oct 2021

Autumn things are not at the beginning, but the winding stream that leads to an end, the clogged up water course filled with the gold of leaves and...
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Raptor

By Angusfolklore on Thu, 26 Aug 2021

I have the talent to undo you. Should I rest upon your servant wrist, you could not resist my power there, unable to undo or endure the barbed wire...
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Old Owl

By Angusfolklore on Wed, 25 Aug 2021

Old owl am I, sat in the steeple, roosted in the belfry, oblivious to the bells that pull and hope to rouse me from decades of deafness. I leave the...
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His Twilight

By Angusfolklore on Thu, 05 Aug 2021

He used to sit and rail at the evening sun when it would beam between the buildings brilliantly after a day of flood. He would curse the disgraceful...
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