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Diagnosed with epilepsy at the age of eleven T L Spencer turned to writing as a way to cope with her condition. Her vivid imagination and love of all things paranormal influenced her writing. T L Spencer enjoys all forms of literature and is currently studying at university, hoping to become a teacher.

Friday, 20 January 2012


In loving memory of one of the cutest cats...

Warm and rested by the fire,
Dark with aubern, her thick fur glowed.
Her presense calm in quiet slumber
Watching embers fade.
Those she loved around her always,
Laughing at her chatter.
Small but large were her demands,
Cute and inane banter.
In the dark her green eyes glistened,
Pierced into the soul.
She never like the policeman coming,
Hissing from the bed.
Her footbaall skills unparallelled,
Despite her timid nature
She always gave it all she had,
The ball did not escape her.
Sleeping curled on daddy's lap,
Resting with eyes closed
No one would disturb her there,
Just watched her dream and doze.
Gone from the world to a better place
Where there is no pain,
Only happiness and joy,
She waits to see you again.

To Cuddles, the persian. May you forever play in fields and catch mice.

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