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Gruts

Gruts. Inspired by a monologue by Ivor Cutler I’ve always wondered what gruts are and still can’t get a definite answer anywhere. I imagine them as some strange poisonous bean. I love the absurdity and sweetness in Ivor Cutlers music, poetry and songs and if you haven’t heard of him then check him out. He’s a Scotch hero. Here is a picture of some fresh gruts. X

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