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Still in Tune | ||
| Often as I sit to write After sleeping well the night I am drowsy in the chair, Not alert, but I don't care. Still the words come pouring out Even though I do not shout. Seems the brain is still in tune With a spirit from the moon Or a being from beyond Who can make my pen respond. It may not be weighty verse! Then again it could be worse. | ||
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