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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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   Deep in the night, You come to me, Stay for a while, Then want to go. The reason I cry, I don't want to fall, I want to get high, But you're not playing ball. Who's the other mister? Lady don't you lie, I'm not a jester, Who's the other guy? It matters if we are what we are, Tell me we're both still in love, Anything less won't get us far, It's honesty we're both worthy of. |
