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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 eyes are sore my lungs wheeze and gurgle I lie here and don't want to get up I hear the TV in the living room but this bed is my island of solitude I cough without infecting anyone the furnace tries to keep the house warm as it drains my bank account I can only afford to reflect on the folly of my youth I was a juvenile so very truly juvenile |
