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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 once had a white runt cat, I named her "Number Two," Because one morning I awoke, My feet smeared with her poo, A vile and repulsive scene, Sickening through and through, Yet this is the one memory that, Reminds how I feel about you.
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