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  The Glitter Range, by ScarletHardy
Plymouth, US
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The Glitter Range
Foreword


This story is a truly long and twisted tale, Yet it is fresh and inviting without being boring or stale. I was born in a distant northern English city, I was never rich, and that is such a terrible pity. I was the youngest of three little girls, I thought I was quite pretty,
Because I had many cute kiss curls. I was born with the capacity for both thought and wonder, Through the first stages of growing up,
I did indeed blunder. I was quite a happy child of no great talent or ability, I always longed to have some true financial stability. Questions, questions, questions,
I would ask lots all day long, If I felt happy, I would burst into sudden song. Of the tiny cobbled street, from where I once came, One day that place would achieve such an incredible level of fame. My memories stretch back to the tender age of just three, When I was still young, wild, and totally free. Obviously, I knew nothing of dire poverty,
I just could not understand, Apparently, my untimely birth, had not been planned. I thanked the great and awesome gods for my unexpected creation, Yet I did not understand why,
I had no known position or power within this great nation. Many terrible mistakes I have indeed made they fill me with such deep regret, No way was I ever going to be the teacher's pet. With limited finance and my rather plain looks, My whole life has proved to be a strange combination of change and flux.
Trapped inside the scary world of a truly lonesome child, By various stories and fairytales,
I often felt quite beguiled. Imagination was indeed the only true gift that I ever possessed, Where my private thoughts would lead me,
I could not possibly have guessed.
Personal desires and wants always seemed to come last, Relief from financial desperation does not always arrive fast. All the days of my life, I have ever so seriously struggled, With some truly horrendous bills and debts, I have often juggled. This mystical book contains the details of my life, and times, It also attempt to explain, why I stand accused of committing treasonous crimes. I am still just a humble servant of the great and awesome gods, However, they often prove to be such highly contrary bods. If only I knew, where I went wrong, Maybe the road I travel might not seem so terribly long. Read my twisted tales and delightfully digest the meaningful words, I have indeed omitted all curses and four-letter verbs. In these strange wondrous books, I fondly remember and reminisce, These twisted tales are about my long lost youth, that I still miss. Errors I have made go on and on, seemingly forever, An end to my great misfortune may well come never. If it is money, that makes this big old world go around, I would be happy to own just a few million pound. My newfound wealth, I shall gladly share, If I were rich, I would not have a single care. Decades passed before I undertook the serious business of writing, My life and times have all proved to be ever so highly exciting. This book speaks volumes about my great love of life, It also attempts to explain my ambition to overcome trouble and strife. I did indeed grow up and I made more than just the odd little mistake, I was unlucky when I met up with the world's biggest rake. A spectator of my highly exciting life and times you could easily be, Unfortunately, I am unable to give away my exciting books,
At least, not for free. I hope that my strange stories inspire you in various ways, I wish to entertain other people for the rest of my days. If may be possible to encourage another to reach their full potential, I want other people to expand their imaginative deferential. Should a person reach for the beautiful distant stars up above, It may be possible to gain much respect while sharing real true love.
Nothing in life is more important than giving affection deep and true
The strange powers up above are always busy watching you. I sincerely hope that you enjoy this strangely enduring tale, Straight through my never-ending fantasy, you may ever so gently sail.
If you get the urge to follow my lead,
Try sharing your own wisdom, if you feel the need.
Strange tales come from my imagination, I wonder where they will go,
How this intrepid tale will end, I do not know
These books are the result of a labor of real true love,
I hope to please those awesome gods up above.
More than this, I hope to please the occasional passing stranger,
Reading these books will put not one person in danger.
Enjoy my heroic offering of the simple written word,
I hope that my voice will one day be heard.
This enduring tale may well live always and forever,
People will not forget my twisted tale not ever.


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