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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 don't know what her name is, I don't know what her game is, All I know is that she seems to be The one who brings me joy. I'll trust in my heartbeat, As I'm sitting in the hot seat, And if she'd simply look at me, I'd be a happy boy. a happy boy, Her attention I'd enjoy, a happy boy. At first I'll play it coy, a happy boy. With her feelings I'll toy, a happy boy. And if she'd get annoyed, unhappy boy, I'd be an unhappy boy. |
