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| I appreciate the muse That inspires my hand to write. How could I its light refuse, Though the verse at times seems trite? Inspiration flows so clear, All I do is write the word. It is ringing in my ear, Begging boldly to be heard. Days will come and days will go, Yet the muse will faithful be. I will pen the thoughts and so Keep my spirit ever free. | ||
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