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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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She came to me as if windblown, In wisps of moonlight faintly shown, While I perceived the sprites of white, As zombies dancing in the night, She pranced out of a shadowy zone. "A mutt!" I uttered with a groan, Her mixed genetic breed unknown, Underfed, abnormally slight, She came to me. She begged in an emphatic tone, So I became her chaperone. Twenty years now, my dear delight Fell comatose and died tonight, And in my mournful dreams alone, She came to me. Rondeau: Fifteen lines, eight to ten syllables each. The refrain (R) is the first few words of the first stanza. The rhyme scheme follows: aabba aabR aabbaR.
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