ILLUMINATION
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ILLUMINATION

Marry My Daughter?

Make me a promise

Image: Author’s daughter and grandchild

When I was twelve and you were ten
We sat on the harbour wall
My stomach churned
And my cheeks they burned
As my heart for you did fall

Your father said
On that Saturday night
I must never again come by
Stay home he said and wait ten years
And how our hearts did sigh

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Harry Hogg

Harry Hogg

I was born in London, adopted, lived my youth on an island off the coast of Scotland. Now living between Colorado, Missouri, California. I write to be loved

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