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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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A man was imprisoned behind a fence, surrounded by an intense cloud that smelled of dry cleaner fluid. His anger and frustration grew daily and was hurtful enough to make death seem attractive. When he was finally granted freedom, he was disappointed to see that the world was no different than his old trap. Without walls, there is no hope of escape. |
