Sometimes a poet's muse
comes
e
r
r a
t
i c
a
l
ly
like a
puzzle
s c a t t e r r e d
on
the marble
of
his
imagination
then
he
picks
his quill
with
his
witty
hands
and arranges
his thoughts
into a poem.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
Sometimes a poet's muse
comes
e
r
r a
t
i c
a
l
ly
like a
puzzle
s c a t t e r r e d
on
the marble
of
his
imagination
then
he
picks
his quill
with
his
witty
hands
and arranges
his thoughts
into a poem.
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