The Glaswegian Kiss ( Novembro Do 2002 )

 

Y hubo que les reclamo su túmulo.
Y ellos fueron a Glasgow para erigirlo. A base de jodida cerveza tibia.
Y la leyenda proclama que bebieron en The Pot Still; en The Griffin; en The Scotia y en The Black Bull. E incluso,que bebieron en The Glaswegian.

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