Wednesday, May 29, 2019

My muse

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My muse
By KB 11.5.13

My muse
Does not speak with dulcet tones
My muse
Does not cause me to take flight
Instead she slaps me with moments of word and inspiration
Causing a flurry of writing and thinking
And then she leaves, slamming the door and saying
“Bitch, I’m old I ain’t stayin’ up with you rhyming and writing all night”

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