Mo Potts
As a child I was always writing stories, poems and wee songs. I suppose you could say I was very creative.
Over the years I've written many different things from recruitment blurb to short novels.
Unfortunately life's twists and turns have been getting in the way of my creativity.
Now, I'm ready to take it a stage further and flutter my wings.
The child within says, "Yeah!" (smiling)
LOVE ... In 100 Words
Between our sheets our passion flows like water. Through the fruits of our loins we created our daughter. The love we have we thought would never be surpassed, until our sweet Lily was placed safely in our hands.
Her ten perfect fingers and toes, her wee chubby cheeks and nose. Those cute tufts of hair and crystal like eyes, even made her grandfather cry.
My father was a military man, never showing emotion; preaching it weakened the man. He taught us boys that stiff upper lip, so it totally shocked us that for Lily we were ill equipped. True love.
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