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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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Weaned off cream, in time's hushed breeze, Meanings sate my mind, Deep within my booming heart, I muse moaning dreams. A creep's need is much too much, Screams aren't well-received, Whispered meows attract me, Speak in pleasing purrs. Like keys jingled, we hang on, Though we spit and hiss, Let's yap about what we seek, 'Til we've all been freed.
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