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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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A great and seductive lure, In cool night's tender twilight, Slow to rise from deep sleep, To fill some with delirium. But no soul walks Moon's shadows, There's no quiver of crying eyes, A brief existence in eternity, A mote afloat in infinity.
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