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Poem 35

Since I think I know what I mean.

Category: Poems

Find a muse-
Golden hair'd with blazing blue eyes;
Raven black and hidden away in her own pockets;
Fire red-speckled brown-gangly and ackward;
but find her-
and keep her close-
for that muse that keeps
your pistons pumping and
ideas flowing faster than you realize-
is fickle; and when she leaves
you never return the same.

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