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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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| I tried to write a poem, That had no words or rhyme. I sat there for hours, 'Til I ran out of time. I tried to sing a song, That didn't have a tune. My mother said, "How nice," But others left the room. I tried to drive a car, That didn't have a wheel. All I could do was sit, And listen to it squeal. |
