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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 ghost of winter moaning out the cries of it's demise, A happy dagger hovers as the frozen season dies, The pines and maples dance slave to springtime's liquid strings, Here, there, and everywhere the glad fate of winter sings. |
