Down and out in London Los Angeles and Paris, too, uh-huh I drank a river in my time To get on through, yeah
Well, the night, it rise above you, rise above me And the blues, they swirl around me
To the heart of soul You got to bleed a little while you sing Lest the words don't mean nothing, no Get to the heart of soul Gotta get to the heart of soul,
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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