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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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How about something a little more uplifting? at winter's end I can't help but sing for the world's happiest in the spring this I know as well as anything in springtime I'll awake before dawn my legs shakey as a newborn fawn with hair a mess and my face long drawn Then I feel a breeze swirl around me I ascend like a white dove set free soaring overhead it's her I see |
