Inside My Prose Poem Is Happiness, Happiness For All

Inside My Prose Poem Is Happiness, Happiness For All prose poem

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Inside my prose poem is happiness, happiness for all. Even the juicy parts don’t lack think material. I have it on good authority. My autistic Aunt says I should stop writing. Where are the beans? I was told in my childhood that the even-tempered succeed. Why not? Die for your country? Not me, Siegfried. Tulips bloom in Holland. WOW! Have a Heart! Tulips bloom in Holland. Not me, Siegfried. Die for your country? Why not? I was told in my childhood that the even-tempered succeed. Where are the beans? My autistic Aunt says I should stop writing. I have it on good authority. Even the juicy parts don’t lack think material. Inside my prose poem is happiness, happiness for all.

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Raymond Keen is the author of "Love Poems for Cannibals" (published in 2013) and the drama, "The Private and Public Life of King Able" (published in 2015).Raymond was born and raised in Pueblo, Colorado. He was educated at Case Western Reserve University and the University of Oklahoma before spending three years as a Navy clinical psychologist, with a year in Vietnam (July 1967 – July 1968). Since that time, he has worked as a school psychologist and licensed mental health counselor in the USA and overseas, until his retirement in 2006. Raymond is a Life Member of Vietnam Veterans of America (VVA) and Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW).  He lives with his wife Kemme in Sahuarita, AZ.  They have two grown children, Anne-Elise and Michael. 
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Carl "Papa" Palmer
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Glory, Ray, Glory for all.

Anchora_Bellustra
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Raymond Keen – I love the way your prose poem reverses itself, in perfect symmetry.
Isn’t “symmetry” another word for “happiness”? 🙂

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