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A worn out fairy – Christmas poem.

      Her pencilled smile is fading and one wing’s beyond repair, her wand’s fallen by the wayside, but she’ll do another year. Although her hands are grubby and frock has lost its shine, her hair is brown and racy,  … Continue reading

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