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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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 In Summer's raging swelter, I dream of Winter's dagger, Icicle points, sharp and stellar, Relieve this overheated nagger. To lie in blankets of frosty snow, Blue shadows cast on winter white, Crystals cling to fruiting branches, Sparkle in bright summer light. Cool heat of which I suffer, Until my lips are quivering, Crusty slippery frozen snow, Numb me until I'm shivering. |
