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Words And A Muse
Sometimes a muse
Is a fuse for
The words that
Are written,
Sometimes not,
It’s the thought
That goes walking
To the edge of
The end,
Catches a rainbow
And slides down
The bend,
But it’s always
Better when
Meeleirrek bares
Her soul in the day
Her body at night,
Those are the words
That always come right.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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