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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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Tonight, hot greasy people walked hot greasy streets. I dripped with sweat. Buildings steamed, lamp posts glistened, wet with sweat, exhaust-stained windows sweat brown streaks. Then, an answer to prayer. A loud crash and the rains came. Greasy slime slid down the walls, ran off streets and sidewalks, into sewers where it belongs. Misty rainbows cooled the steam. Neon reflections created dancing sprites. I raised my arms, soaking wet and breathed a thankful sigh of relief. 16 Lines
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