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Happy Kilted Eve – a Poem

Twas the night before Kilted, and all through the Highlands, the Army was stirring, calling on their friends. To donate to charity, all while pantsless, an entire month kilted, not in a man's dress. Prostate Cancer our enemy, though all cancers suck, A storm named Harvey, dampens our luck. To make you choose one, worthy cause to believe...

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