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I write poetry anyway and have for years and years. For me, putting fiction and poetry together is like the best of both worlds.

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Ellen Hopkins
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: March 26
Novelist
Writer
Long Beach
California
Ellen Louise Hopkins
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Worlds
Years
Anyway
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Poetry
Fiction
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