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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.
An inspirational, frantic, nonintellectual stream of consciousness in the vein of Edgar Allan Poe, with a little Jack Kerouac, Mark Twain, or whoever, whatever the inspirations are, thrown into the pot (my poetry should come foremost) as someone said that I have a way with words, you will judge this emotional, romantic, nondetailed collection of poems for yourself, which was written for the emotional and esoteric-minded. I dont screw around with the nuts and bolts and mechanics of life; I just dream, and I just feel, so go ahead and lose yourself for at least a short while.
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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.
An inspirational, frantic, nonintellectual stream of consciousness in the vein of Edgar Allan Poe, with a little Jack Kerouac, Mark Twain, or whoever, whatever the inspirations are, thrown into the pot (my poetry should come foremost) as someone said that I have a way with words, you will judge this emotional, romantic, nondetailed collection of poems for yourself, which was written for the emotional and esoteric-minded. I dont screw around with the nuts and bolts and mechanics of life; I just dream, and I just feel, so go ahead and lose yourself for at least a short while.