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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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 When comes the time, For me to go, My destination, I don't know. I suspect, The way I cope, My heart speaks, Therefore I hope. There is a promise, I've been told, To which I cling, Tighter than gold. The end will descend, As a snow-white dove, With the gift of peace, And the gift of love. |
