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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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An unfamiliar sorrow found, At slightest penumbra, I cry, One hides them like a lover's sound, Like a foolish child, prone to spy. At slightest penumbra, I cry, Though difficult my description, Like a foolish child, prone to spy, There's little time for decryption. Though difficult my description, Prescription after prescription, There's little time for decryption, As life approaches rejection. Prescription after prescription, One hides them like a lover's sound, As life approaches rejection, An unfamiliar sorrow found. Note: Sorrows come when it's realized everything is gone and nothing can be done.
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