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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 fell in love with apples that rot, For them, I'd give everything I've got. Whether their flesh tasted good or not. There's something about the way they squish, That makes them my most favorite dish, For a slimy black mouthful, I wish. I know they have the stink of a skunk, I'm not really a fan of their putrid funk, But I made a vow and I'm no punk. |
