So long has passed,
And yet i still feel the ache,
As the pain had eased- I thought,
Misconceived was I- by me,
My mere self had not lost,
The virtual memory of pain,
A damage that cannot be undone,
By Time that savoured the trauma,
Reminded today by distress,
And a bruise found in a dream.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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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.
Beautif
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