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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.
Poetry. A collection of sonnets by Lewis Turco. THE FOREWORD BLUES Wesli Court said I should write a book,
A bunch of blues–enough to fill a book,
And he’d design the cover. I said, Look,
If you’ll write half of them, then I will choose A ball-point pen, a felt-tip–I will choose To join you in a modicum of blues. And that’s the reason, Reader, we are here– You, Wes and me–we three assembled here Among these turning leaves yellow and sere. We hope you’ll think the words we write are fine,
Our writing bold and dark, but our wordage fine …,
At least we hope you’ll like the cover design.
Envoy Epilogue Go, little book of sorrows, cares and woes,
But Wesli’s gone. Where? Only goodness knows.
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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.
Poetry. A collection of sonnets by Lewis Turco. THE FOREWORD BLUES Wesli Court said I should write a book,
A bunch of blues–enough to fill a book,
And he’d design the cover. I said, Look,
If you’ll write half of them, then I will choose A ball-point pen, a felt-tip–I will choose To join you in a modicum of blues. And that’s the reason, Reader, we are here– You, Wes and me–we three assembled here Among these turning leaves yellow and sere. We hope you’ll think the words we write are fine,
Our writing bold and dark, but our wordage fine …,
At least we hope you’ll like the cover design.
Envoy Epilogue Go, little book of sorrows, cares and woes,
But Wesli’s gone. Where? Only goodness knows.