He’s up front, perfectly positioned, ready, precise.
A white streak across the green, then:
The crowd goes wild.
This is what he’s famous for.
We see it from all corners of the globe. Emblazoned in gold, inked in black: Number 9.
"5 minute walks"
food, beauty, happiness.
A sailboat, a couple, and their little dog too.
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Poems | England | Staffordshire | East Anglia | Northern Ireland | The Needwood Poems.
you may ask yourself, well, how did i get here
Christine Hanolsy, Author
The road to the forum is paved with good intentions.
Mostly unfinished stories primarily produced as a direct result of my association with the OC Writers Guild
A Clairvoyant Journey. One Life. One Quest. Find the Truth.
My Great Aunt Norah's wartime diaries, 1938-1948
Confessions of a Grammar Ghoul