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WALLACE

Box found near the borders.

A box of honour, made of the purest crystal.
Corners Childs mischief, wishes and prayer.
Edged with, gold and silver cords of laughter.
Filled with the true spirit of Scotland.
Lid of courage. Wallace sword of hope.
Place it in my heart mind and soul.
Wrap in a nice warm duvet.
He was martyred for you and I
and this land we love,
Which we have become strangers in today.

In this oak temple Cadzow forest I remember you.

William Wallace.

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