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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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The hardiest mosses are trampled, Tread, but fail to die, Crammed in cracks of cold pavement, Trees filter the dim lit sky. Soles of a million footsteps, Moss cushions from dangerous stones Mats of enduring flowerets, Blessings that baby the bones. |
