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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 didn't think he was all that smart, Because there's so much he doesn't know. More than that, he would say, He didn't know anything. Actually, he revels in thinking, Every fact is merely a suspicion. Absolute knowledge closes all doors, While "what ifs" allow for creativity. He suspects he's sitting there, Living, breathing, and seeing. But what if he were just an amoeba, With a huge imagination, Capable of creating the world he lives in. The next question he asks, Is why would he chose this one, But that's another story.
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