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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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 My cat rests on my pillow, But I feel I must lay down, I sure hate to disturb him for, His untroubled sleep is sound. I try to move him, he resists, His look says I'm dead wrong, Finally, he slides an inch, No more would he withdraw. So I lay down against my cat, With effort he gives way, I stroke his coat of warm soft fur, His purr says we're okay. |
