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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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| Upon my simple soul there grew an ugly mole the darkest blue with red and ragged edges, I used to always pray one day it'd go away as my earthly body slowly ages. But now it always sits just to give me fits as I watch the sore swell up and grow One day very soon under a pallid moon I'll cast a magic spell to make it glow. I'll mix up some blue dye the color of the sky with some garish green radium, then everyone will see my crazy sorcery alive it will eventually become. I'll be father to a son when the deed is done I'll teach it to be oh so very nice, Then will be my hope My son be more than trope and appreciate my pretend sacrifice. |
