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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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| Father, what primes a ripple in time? Rhyme. Father, Why don the lovely lily pond? Fond. Father, why brightly shine the stars? Memoirs. Father, how bid our tranquil beyond? Bond. Father, What fife will bridge life's way? Pray. Father, what light does night reflect on? Dawn. Father, what controls the solider whole? Soul. Father, What rights a wrong that's spawned? Correspond. Echo Verse is a poetic device where a word at the end of a line is rhymed/repeated in the next line like an echo.
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