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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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 | Most Recent Poetry  (E)Poetry most recently written. #2035077 by Vanishing Vapor   |
 When comes the time, For me to go, My destination, I don't know. I suspect, The way I cope, My heart speaks, Therefore I hope. There is a promise, I've been told, To which I cling, Tighter than gold. The end will descend, As a snow-white dove, With the gift of peace, And the gift of love. |
 my eyes are sore my lungs wheeze and gurgle I lie here and don't want to get up I hear the TV in the living room but this bed is my island of solitude I cough without infecting anyone the furnace tries to keep the house warm as it drains my bank account I can only afford to reflect on the folly of my youth I was a juvenile so very truly juvenile |
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