At sixteen years she was naïve.
Lived in a world of fantasy,
she was convinced that dreams come true.
But she would learn they seldom do.
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Christ, you're good! In point of fact, marvelous beyond belief! Give us a break, ivor or ivor e hogg (we know you by your by-line) , and write a poem other than a story about My Lady Tara! Write a poem once in a while, old bean! regards from someone who takes his craft seriously
I like that last stanza... 'does it matter? Not a lot' sometimes, we all find hope or something good in a little story, whether or not it is true