We buy gold,
Hold my hand,
The mines get cold
And it is night.

Do you see that hill far off!
A green hill,
And just on the other side, a gate.

© Hannah Allen

Excerpt from the book “A New City”

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Hannah Allen

I grew up in a small town in Florida where I currently live. A pretty normal 90’s childhood. The youngest of three. A proud Aunt. A current college graduate figuring it all out. I’ve always enjoyed writing and songwriting. A big fan of 60’s Rock ‘n’ Roll helped guide me towards my love for poetry. I look forward to the many adventures ahead.

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