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Sep 2014
the muse has gone on walk about
and as a consequence of her actions
I have no words to freely spout

should she not return before ten
there is sure to be very few stanzas
spilling forth from my pen

how dare she desert my writing station
when she knows that I require
her to hang around for invocation
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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