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The wee small girl barely a year old
Plays a little game ever so bold
Throws her food on the floor
Laughs away wanting more
She make noises sounding like oh?
A cheeky little grin, how she smiles so
Claps her hands in triumph and glory
When she gets older, I’ll tell her a story
She babbles away in her babies tongue
Oh how it would be good to be that young
I always wonder what she thinks
As she chats away and plays with her things
She kicks and claps and giggles away
Grabs her bottle, she could drink all day!
Then off to sleep she goes after play
And dreams of things of what I can’t say!
She awakes again only after a nap
Ready to cause mayhem, eat as if food is on tap
She smiles at music, loves a tune
I hope she doesn’t grow up too soon…
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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