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My birth was number four, Was older brothers clothes I wore. Home was Doveton, a tough Melbourne town, where working dads had sweated frown. There the table we sat to dine, Children numbers swelled to nine. Fancy stories of each day, The ones of gloss held the sway.. Like grape matures with the age, So too did my words spill the page. Friends liked the rhyming note, Beseeched more of what I wrote. Splendid now is the smile, Words from me and my style. ******************************** As you may notice, I like to express myself through words. I have used writing as an antidote for times of anger, fear and love. I do not worry about publishing or publicity, I just like writing and sharing to the best of my ability, plus the learning I receive along the way. The many friends gained through writing and shared ideas are nothing but beneficial.

Website: http://www.desmondstories.com

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