Michael John Cook Biography

I know your heart has been broken,
I witnessed the pain in your eyes,
I was there as you cried for them,
Those images memorised,
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Incarcerated by despair,
The wild running hare,
Who's homeland is now bare,
Destruction everywhere
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What makes an angel of her?
Is it her kindness?
The way she drifts from one thought to another?
As a bounding dear skips through a wood
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Love you, I said
Cowardly in its tone
Rushed from my lips
To mask it's true weight
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'Poor blighter' I muttered presumptuously,
As I found myself staring at him.
From several rows behind,
I was passing judgement.
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