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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 woke up this morning, found your photograph and kissed it, I focused on your profile and realized how much I missed it, I imagined you beside me as I cuddled with your pillow, Familiar scented linens brought my lonesome soul to billow. I sauntered to the kitchen sink and wondered what you're doing, Was first breakfast on the table or were you and Rusty walking, On a sidewalk past a driveway, past neighbors nice or mean, Or through the Jewish Graveyard under a canopy of green, Did bright sunshine warm your long golden locks of mane, Or did dark clouds rise above to threaten you with rain, I've been dreaming for a lifetime of true simple pleasure, Sharing this and that is love beyond man's greatest measure.
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