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Ballad for the Lovely Muses

Canst thou tell me, o muse? Why on earth it might be? That I truly delight writing strange poetry? Will thou act as my guide, for a moment in time? Canst thou sheweth unto me, why none understandeth? I ask thee, o great muse for 'tis the truth when I saith unto thee: thine well-chosen words tasteth sweeter than all of the nectar that every bee fuzzy had gathered while buzzing so loud within Eden. He works hard; he works long because all that he wants is to please his fat queen who he loves in his heart(s). Even sweeter perhaps than the heavenly grapes that my fallen comrades tasted of at the gates. Canst thou tell me, dear muse? Why on earth it might be? That I truly delight writing strange poetry? Canst thou sheweth unto me, why none understandeth the panegyric works of this maddened heretic? The voice from a muse then spake to me saying: O, flawless provideth thee endlessly effort while rewriting all wrought works again and again, thine well written rhymes that came straight from the heart are dissected in rage ‘til perfection remains! Do this not! Since all was so perfectly flawed! Complicate not thy mind for my senses unite in delight when thine lips doth express in a rhyme; what it is that feels lovely, what it is that feels good. See, the best things on earth set you free from the bondage. They are present within thee and likewise in others. Sing loudly or dance! Whatever you want! Feel the freedom to tell; the world about love, the world about life, the world what you feel when you thought positive, when you thought about life! What was it you saw in your beautiful dreams? Hold not back, have a laugh and be happy and free! … O, I thank ye, o beautiful muses of earth. I thank ye, o beautiful muses of art. For thine well-chosen words gave me positive vibes. It is a blessing envisioning beautiful minds; it is an adventure to read what it is that you write! Now tell me, o muse with the mask of the laugh; are bees feeling free ‘cause they’re rarely not buzzed, or is it because they are never that stingy? Answer me please for this I must know!

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