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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 single lady knows what she needs, She searches for fruit among the weeds, Judging by eye, inspection proceeds. The sightly get a rap, tap, and slap, Ones that fall flat are treated like scrap, Her skills make unclear choices a snap. Her knife slices open the tough rind, The disemboweled flesh she hopes to find, As sweet and fresh as she had in mind. |
