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Inspiration Comes knocking twice a year In the form of gentle snowfalls Or heart-stopping storms Moments that are captured With the click of a button And the whirring of lens *Is it really that easy To capture a fleet-footed muse? Is it really that easy To capture what's worth ten thousand treasures?* Come back, my muse, Knock on my door For I have my camera ready now. I'm ready for you.
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Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 7:00 PM UTC
Inspiration
Inspiration Comes knocking twice a year In the form of gentle snowfalls Or heart-stopping storms Moments that are captured With the click of a button And the whirring of lens *Is it really that easy To capture a fleet-footed muse? Is it really that easy To capture what's worth ten thousand treasures?* Come back, my muse, Knock on my door For I have my camera ready now. I'm ready for you.
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Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 7:00 PM UTC
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