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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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Summer enters as spring's last days entwine the season of sweat to become a memory mirage in the forlorn desert heat. You enter the world greeted by the sudden slap of summer's hot wet towel as if inflicted by an ecstatic sadist. You imagine a retreat to the cooling waters of rolling ocean waves like a bronzed blonde surfer speckled with sparkling droplets each a silver prism refracting the light of summer's sun forever. 18 Lines
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