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Ballad for the Parnassian

I the lonely poet whose words spill out onto the page like blood spatter at a crime scene will knock at your door books in my eyes hoping you'll want to critique them while others partake of tradition I will bring cheese summer sausage, and wine quote Auden, Ginsberg, and Dove 'til the aurora strums the horizon this rhythm inspires the wren that melody signaling the dawn

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Date: 9/2/2020 6:46:00 AM
Beautiful bio ballad, Mister Muse! My how the opening salvo of this poem soothes. Peace be well, my kindred spirit poet friend. May smiles and smiles of joy rest upon you forever.
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Ricky Muse
Date: 9/2/2020 6:04:00 PM
Thank you my brother for those kind words. This poem was definitely a view from the inside out. Thanks again.................peace!
Date: 9/1/2020 6:34:00 AM
Excellent Ricky, very well done...
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Ricky Muse
Date: 9/1/2020 8:37:00 AM
Thank you my friend.