Instrument of Perfection
Pen of Satisfaction
They may call it addiction
Some would call it obsession
But when the pen is in my hand
And the ink takes me away to a new land
I can’t call it anything but perfection
About the Creator
Mary Young
I have been writing my whole life but set it aside while I got my kiddos through the toddler stage. Now, they are more independent, which means I get more time for my first love. Hope you enjoy the fruits of my relaxation.
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