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why can't i write anymore verse? Though I've been surrounded with things inspire couldn't downfalls nor the strongest mirth Work my pen nor inflame my fire So I wonder if i lost talent or have never had but how can it? for i before wrote well of thee Then why my verse has gone so bad And no talent I can find in me? All my good verse was because of your aid And for my poems i can take no credit Your eyes make the vilest poet great And set free the tongues that are knitted For my verse you take all the praise, dear love And i take all the blame, because it's never good enough 7/19/2016

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