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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 hope I'm not wasting my breath, As I muse about life and death, Or voice my views on space and time, Expressly blessed by words of rhyme. With pride, I pen pleasure and pain, Beauty and beast, sunshine and rain, Prefaced by honest precious hours, Googling for the sweet and sour. I dare declare, though oft disguised Opinions on the foolish wise, Distinctions of what's fair or foul, To elicit groans, grins, or growls. I try to craft when I create, A reason behind love and hate, Different degrees of right and wrong, Sly melodies in sound and song. Preachers preach on heaven and hell, Churches pray for the sick and well, I beg aggression and constraint, Lord knows I'm both sinner and saint. I find in words with which I waltz, Propensities toward true and false, In my small world, Summer to Spring, Poetic words say everything. (24 Lines)
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