I will make haste,
take thy talent,
copy and paste.
That some dry night,
when muses fail,
I'll dip my pen
into your pail.
In hopes that I
might loosen the tongue
of that incessant voice within,
that otherworld hum.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
I will make haste,
take thy talent,
copy and paste.
That some dry night,
when muses fail,
I'll dip my pen
into your pail.
In hopes that I
might loosen the tongue
of that incessant voice within,
that otherworld hum.
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