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    The Devils' Playpark
    The Devils' Playpark
    The Devils' Playpark
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    The Devils' Playpark

    By Jacqueline Gough

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    An insight in to a young Goths mind as she is thrust, tossed and thrown in the washing machine spin cycle of adulthood. Feel
    the freedom of expression, the pain and triumph of defeating your demons. These single page episodes are a window in to the
    authors soul, her feelings, her sub-consciousness and her path to develop in to a better person.
    Sympathise and find common ground with each new page and poem grit your teeth and cringe at the images that flow through your
    mind in a rollercoaster of emotion. Rise and fall with each turn feeling content that you too can overcome hardship and
    difficulty emerging a stronger person for each word you absorb.
    Words are a the art form of independence, ingest each one, savour it, enjoy it, feel better for it and immerse yourself in my
    pain.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrafford Publishing
    Release dateJun 20, 2012
    ISBN9781466921443
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      The Devils' Playpark - Jacqueline Gough

      The Devils’ Playpark

      Jacqueline Gough

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      © Copyright 2012 Jacqueline Gough.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

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      Library of Congress Control Number: 2012904929

      Trafford rev. 06/14/2012

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      Dedicated to my husband, always there for me,

      my rock, my husband, my everything.

      An ode to my sister,

      Rugeling as the marponite trushples,

      Oponing at every englenoor,

      Even hopmenur is coostle,

      Wirp all the pronkeys are eepring,

      Nirt twoogly loog sympog.

      Thank you to everyone who as supported

      me in this quest.

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