There was an old man called Gwyn
who had the hairiest chin
every night it would itch
and grow another inch
til it reached down as far as his shin
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About Me
- Kirst.
- I'm a children's writer, living in the picturesque, mediaeval golf and university town of St Andrews. I have a mischievous Golden Retriever and a shameless addiction to chocolate and Starbucks coffee! I've just completed my first middle grade fantasy novel about a pizza-loving dog who discovers he's heir to a land created by Ancient Egyptians 1,200 years ago.
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