muse why do you sit staring,
your eyes heated coals slightly slitted,
and sing poetry in my ear,
I have to much to do today,
no time to write,
your spoiled now, leave me,
I will be fired, if this work does not get finished,
no! that does not mean i will be able to write for you all day,
because I will be on the job hunt,
ok I will try to remember all you say,
I know it will change,
isint there another ear to whisper in?
ok I break I bend, but only for my short break!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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