If over the hill
is considered old, then what
will people call me?
A poet and author from Liverpool, I have been published at dreamofshadows.co.uk and love to write.
I am extremely appreciative of anyone who reads my work. Thank you.
You have potential. Keep practicing and don’t give up!
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