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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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 We glimmer for only a short time, Then fade away like gray haze, We count on tomorrow though fallow, As if living were oceans of days. As convections of thin atmosphere, Smoke signals in the ether, Though fallow we count on tomorrow, And drizzle away at our leisure. Our lives fade fast like fall's morning mist, Vapors that form no droplets, We count on tomorrow though fallow, Cumulus clouds the ozone forgets. We see liquid but life's made of steam, No velum will hold our air, Though fallow we count on tomorrow, A mere rift in the fog of a prayer. 16 Lines James 4:14 Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.
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