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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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He stretches, scratches his scalp, Scowls as if under a spell, Dim as a fool, walks to school, In time for those early bells, He walks the noisy hallway, Dares not stop to say hello, Lest naughty he'll be to miss a class, And reported as a no-show. He peers about long lost, Feels his attention span taper, Fighting against poetic dreams, He mangles his books and paper. Loitering 'til the latter of day, Laughter at the bell, his prize, He bursts free to be adrift, Like a cloud of butterflies.
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