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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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I call junk yards eclectic, Farmers, collectors of plants, The vacuum of space, antiseptic, Myself, the bane of all ants. The smithy of time defines us, The past only lives in the mind The future brings surprises, True love, a fortunate find. Few facts we firsthand know, Physical world events show, Fortunate we are to grow, Safe from hellfire below. |