I sit here waitng, waiting patiently for my love, my love who is far away, far away in place called paradise, paradise to me, though, would be forever in her arms, arms that I hope yearns for my love, love that seems to have gone on forever, forever that it seems I have been waiting....
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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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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,
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