Jenny Bradley

Jenny Bradley isn’t normal
That’s all you need to know
But as that’s not the purpose
Of this thing called a “bio”
This girl, she loves her ink
Though not in forms tattooed
Her bursting library
Affectionately called her “brood”
Scribble, scribble, scribble
Lifelong, though most at night
And in her floating dreams
Still this girl would write
And when she doesn’t write
She must, oh, she must read
Her voracious mind
On ink and words must feed
That’s all she really knows
And what she truly loves
To dress in words like velvet
And inky satin gloves
If after reading this
Her abnormal story true
You find you like her style
Please check out her reviews!
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