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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 her photograph and kissed it, I focused on her profile and realized how much I missed it, I imagined her beside me as I cuddled with her pillow, Familiar scented linens brought my lonesome soul to billow. I sauntered to the kitchen sink and wondered what she's doing, Was first breakfast on the table or were she 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 the sun shine warm upon her golden locks of mane, Or did the dark clouds rise above to threaten her with rain, I was dreaming for a lifetime of the simplest true pleasure, Sharing this and that is love beyond earth's greatest measure.
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