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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 his boy not his lad not my father but he was my dad now he lies in his grave too late for his soul to save no guess why he tested me so where is an answer to let me know am I not deserving answers quite clear does the inquiry I've made come out of fear do I disrespect the man who has raised me up when every player revealed their back he had my cup maintained a house for sheltering me from violent storms should boys always remember dads wearing a halo not horns
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