Pogo Stick Girl

Once every now and then there's a very special girl,
She doesn't spin, sing, dance or twirl.
She's one of a kind,
A unique chick,
She rides around on a pogo stick.

Like you and me she isn't always so cheery,
What makes her so special is her unique theory:

For every bounce down,
For every frown,
For every hurt,
When you hit the dirt,
You bounce back high,
You reach the sky.

And this very special girl we can call a friend,
But like all good things,
There comes an end...

Made in Scotland

Bred in Wales, educated in Cornwall and working in England. Living among the cafés, coffee shops and clichés of Christchurch. Plumen light bulbs dangle in pendants above the dining room table, Bertoia diamond chairs are draped in fur throws and a rosewood Eames lounger is home to an owl shaped cushion with button eyes. I’ve operated under the guise of a designer since 2008, dabbling in the ink, pixels and vectors of brand and building between the parentheses of web development.

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