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And muses

AND MUSES: Upright standing on far, distant shores Doth it be my old friend there Over the sea? Standing quietly grown out of books I write Do they find any favor in your one eyed sight? They that condemned me and laughed With devouring looks Because you never admired my books. Oh I like you, sweet side seen Hidden to others, yet only for me. With heavy hands and muses. ©dedhedpoet 2015

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Date: 5/12/2015 12:18:00 PM
lovely poem Andrea, enjoyed reading:) ~luv skat~
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