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Boiling and effervescent
thoughts roil around my head,
the tumult won’t be stifled
till of them I am bled.

Ideas, thoughts, emotions,
fears, plots and enormous dread,
could spill out covering everything
with all I wish I’d said.

For the voices will not leave me
I go where I am led,
the day throughout my waking
at night, retired to my bed.

Seldom the muse has failed me
when words to write have fled,
ideas grow and ink will flow
the two forever wed.

Gift or curse I know not
ignored or eagerly read,
words here spawned won’t leave me
till the day that I am dead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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Date: 9/2/2008 6:16:00 PM
You truly are a remarkable one, Bob. I'm thinking you have been blessed with a gift.:) I know that I am fortunate to have come across your name. I wish for you the best. (your muse is certainy a kind friend to you.:) Be well...God bless you and yours! Love to you...Mikki
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