He Was My Muse Poem by Genevieve Surrender
He Was My Muse
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When I think of him
I can write
rapidly
as if my fingers
are tigers
going after their prey.
When I think of him now
all I come out with
is sappy
sad
pathetic
drivel
that more fits my age range.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
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