Title: Crap.
Review: This is some of the worst purple poetry in print. It gushes, it cries, it pines; it does everything but make me want to read poetry. If you don't believe me, use the 'look inside' function and read a few of the poems. They are dreadful, the kind of stuff you would expect from a high school poetry class--no i wrote better poems in high school. This is something I would give a prisoner-of-war to read, except we have outlawed torture. If you purchased this by accident, thinking you were buying a book of poetry, I suggest you re-gift it to your dentist's office, or maybe a local Motel Six. It will fit right in with all the other kitsch.
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