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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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Are you laughing at me? When tragedy befalls a fool trying to keep cool in a class of clowns, falling down on a banana peel, we forget how it feels to hurt making it all about the funny. We see a jester, a trickster, a hysterical pie-faced player in a circus world of catastrophe. I'm just trying to understand why tears are shed to keep from crying, why a man can wear a mocking mask and then ask, "What's the big deal?" If we could train our brains to feel another's pain and not put on an insane disguise, maybe we would be a little wiser and inspire us to rise up, aspire to a higher plane where man's first spasm is not to laugh, but reach out with helping hand. 20 Lines
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