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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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| Here I sit beside my bed, Random thoughts inside my head, It doesn't matter what is said, Still, you must read on. Did you know I once had a sore? Cancer! Don't have it anymore, My doctor hollowed out the core, I hope it will stay gone. Once had a dog named Ike, I taught him how to ride a bike, That's a lie I said to psych, you into reading on. There's nothing more I have to say, All my thoughts have gone away, I hope you have a pleasant day, In other words, "Write on!"
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