| Rob "Robbie" MacGregor
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| Associates
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none yet
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| Profile
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found here
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| Goals
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save a couple lives, do a couple jigs
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| Contact
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and this is here
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The Man With a Bandit's Name
[...]
And Now For Some Robbie Burns...
"Behold the hour, the boat arrive;
Thou goest, the darling of my heart;
Sever'd from thee, can I survive,
But Fate has will'd and we must part.
I'll often greet the surging swell,
Yon distant Isle will often hail:
'E'en here I took the last farewell;
There, latest mark'd her vanish'd sail.'
Along the solitary shore,
While flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar,
I'll westward turn my wistful eye:
'Happy thou Indian grove,' I'll say,
'Where now my Nancy's path may be!
While thro' thy sweets she loves to stray,
O tell me, does she muse on me!'
- (Behold the Hour, the Boat Arrive)
RH + Rex Sportularum
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