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When muse is lost And flair be failing To where do I look for my mana? In the nooks and the crannys Are the dregs and the pale The thoughts not so worthy of print In my heart is desire For words that inspire But I’m blocked by the rustle of feet! The hum in the air Craves pulling of hair When will failings desist? - In heart are the answers Mature in their nature Written in untarnished text Virtuotous is patience Commendable indeed An art form infrequently found To better myself New teaching of tricks No old dog here will be found - Content will I be within silence Awaiting the discharge of words Come wind, come rain, come turbulent weather Come fill my empty page
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Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 8:52 PM UTC
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When muse is lost And flair be failing To where do I look for my mana? In the nooks and the crannys Are the dregs and the pale The thoughts not so worthy of print In my heart is desire For words that inspire But I’m blocked by the rustle of feet! The hum in the air Craves pulling of hair When will failings desist? - In heart are the answers Mature in their nature Written in untarnished text Virtuotous is patience Commendable indeed An art form infrequently found To better myself New teaching of tricks No old dog here will be found - Content will I be within silence Awaiting the discharge of words Come wind, come rain, come turbulent weather Come fill my empty page
© Tyson Williams
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tyson-williams
New Zealander
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 8:52 PM UTC
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