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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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| In the abyss of creation, Earth's a fraction of an atom, Our time, an abbreviation, Amid the galactic stratum. Earth's a fraction of an atom, A fleck of pepper on the shore, Amid the galactic stratum, Are we debris and nothing more? A fleck of pepper on the shore, Miniscule spores with hearts encased, Are we debris and nothing more? On what is our importance based? Miniscule spores with hearts encased, We plow ahead wearing blinders, On what is our importance based? Most ignore the sore reminders. We plow ahead wearing blinders, Our time, an abbreviation, Most ignore the sore reminders, In the abyss of creation.
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