raindrops are falling, hear my love calling, teardrops are falling as well, my heart is aching, my heart is breaking, feels like I'm heading for hell!
why did you leave me, why did you grieve me, why did you leave just this shell, where have you gone to, making me feel blue, making my life into hell.
where did our love go, I still love you so, I loved you moret than I could tell, my heart is now broken, my tears are me choking, life cannott be much worse in hell!
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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