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Discovered poetry at twelve years old after reading The Two Glasses by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Sadly missed but never forgotten in my heart.
For she's my greatest friend in time.
Love reading poetry and enjoy writing varied themes.
I came to this city filled with self pity,
For my friends were all far away...
A tall white Birch reared its stately form,
High in the path of the oncoming storm...
One needs to be fruitcake,
Truth be told a complete loon...
Hidden deep in the woodlands,
Near where a river flows...
Love stole all my diamond dreams,
And threw them back at me...
by Larry Chamberlin