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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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| In time's wonder, does a drink help me think, Is alcohol a schoolboy's wishful dream, My animal intensified uplink, My words, an excuse disguised as a theme. When Longfellow wrote down something mellow, A bit of good booze may have helped him lose, Neurosis allowing him to bellow, Which heightened or relieved him from the blues. All I realize is that I'm snockered, And getting snockered-er with every word, Dear friend, my monitor is growing burred, Now even my typing is getting slurred. So, all in all, at last, I think I've found, One way I should never try to expound. |
