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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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 The hardiest moss is trampled, Tread, but fails to die, Crammed in cracks of cold pavement, Trees filter the dimly lit sky. Soles of a million footsteps, Moss cushions from dangerous stones Mats of enduring flowerets, Blessings that baby the bones.
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