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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 can't be sure if it was a dream, So psychedelic it did seem, That a leaping leopard the color of cream, Should be killed by a laser beam, From the weapons of a military team, And thus the reason for my scream. In shock, I did completely freeze, Couldn't see the waving trees, Couldn't feel the summer breeze, Or hear the songs of the birds or bees, My legs turned to cottage cheese, So I fell down on my knees I prayed I was an alien, Grey with huge eyes and cranium, Following rules quite fabian, Not being an American, Not Mexican or Canadian, As invisible as a chameleon.
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