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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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 In my youth, with worries naught, Until I found the truth I sought, Hidden lies in lessons learned, It left me cool to fools that taught. All my songs have long been sung, Although I feel as if still young, Only the merciful breath of time, Smooth the tone of an elder's tongue. The universe lurks black and vast, No gray matter will ever last, But of memories I now recall, How fast the sun of summer passed. We all face life’s end alone, The fear of death is to the bone, Soon will come our time to die, To be the dust of crumbled stone.
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