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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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Wondering what's wrong, I couldn't see, Why I lusted for my female cousin, Until on the day I turned forty-three, I overheard a strange rumor buzzin', That my parents had secretly adopted me, And their eggs, not mine, were short of a dozen. |
