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The Lobster Pot
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The Forth's dark waters lap the shore
Heavy grey clouds shroud The Bridges
Eiders skim across the swell
Legionnaires stood guard in eons past
Oyster beds long ago exhausted
Battlements protected this land
Shelduck dabble in the mud
The ship that never sailed remains
Elsinor it once portrayed
Ramblers progress along the John Muir Way
Poets well kent have strayed
Oliver's Army sought to win
Travellers welcomed in The Inn
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