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About MeWho am I?
I was born in 46; just a little past the middle. I came in, I am told, with a giggle and a wiggle! My formative years were spent mostly dreaming. Which had all my teachers howling and screaming. Most of my youth I spent launching rockets And sticking my fingers in electrical sockets. My reading lists were all science and fiction. And Science became my full time addiction. I followed Science through to the last And landed in Wonderland right on my a*s! I came to writing rather late in my life. Right around fifty; no kids but a wife. In the middle of the night by the Muse I was woken and wrote my first story drinking coffee and smokin’. What a joy; what a thrill, what an absolute delight! And most of the words were even spelled right! Now I was hooked and ensnared by the Muse To write into wee hours whatever she choose. A poem or a fable, or a great tale of woe Poured from my pen with no place to go. Month after month, year after year The stories and poems now stack to Here! A few I’ve let go for not even a cent. But the joy they all bring is worth what I spent. Not that it matters to me or my wife. She knows what I’m doing for the rest of my life! Who am I is the question I ponder at night. The answer it seems...I am what I write. c.c.keiser |