Baby I love you,
I promise I won't do it again.
But over and over, you hit me again!
Pow, pow, thump, thump,
is what I hear with every lump!
I cry and cry asking myself why,
every time you punch me right in the eye!
Wait! I said wait! But the next thing you know,
I am smacked in the face!
I once was blind, but now I see...
No more hits will be for me!
Bang, bang, bang, is all that rang
when I pulled the trigger on that there thang!
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Reviewed by Samantha Johnson (Reader)
Reviewed on June 20, 2009
I can relate;my mother and sister went through this; you are very poignant with your writings. Take care my sister.
Painful read; I only hope you aren't experiencing this; if so, please get out, for your sake! You don't need this in your life! I will pray for you! Powerful stuff!
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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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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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