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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Here is a forward from my first copy of Newfoundland Poetry book, which was written by Frank Blackwood Newfoundland writer Margaret High’s great master-pieces bring us all close to our family roots. Her Poems are magnetic, they make you want to be back home to enjoy a mugup, trace your footprints, be near childhood landscapes, be alone and listen to the roaring, mysterious sea slapping the face of our rugged coastline
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Here is a forward from my first copy of Newfoundland Poetry book, which was written by Frank Blackwood Newfoundland writer Margaret High’s great master-pieces bring us all close to our family roots. Her Poems are magnetic, they make you want to be back home to enjoy a mugup, trace your footprints, be near childhood landscapes, be alone and listen to the roaring, mysterious sea slapping the face of our rugged coastline