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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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| On a highway back to Muncie, Yes, I'm a Hoosier born and raised, While lost in thoughts of family, I drove momentarily dazed. An abrupt bang, shudder and gasp, A sick flopping noise grew louder, The steering wheel challenged my grasp, I fought the car to the shoulder. Was my underwear clean attire? If not my mother would be mad, Did I have a good spare tire? Of course! I was taught well by dad. I swore I heard my sister's laugh, While performing my simple task, It's simple because my brother’s craft, Is the skill in which I now bask. My uncles and aunts influence, The way I now handle a crisis, Even my nephew taught street sense, Watch for hoods on the premises. Now my flat tire’s a safe repair, And I in my car proceed home, I'm fortunate to be the heir, To love no matter where I roam.
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