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Come Muses

Muses, Come! The poetess sits in deep despair. Ah, Muses come, she cries! Caress my tear drenched hair. So that to my vacuous head be brought. Sunshine and mystical,loving thought. Panagiota Romios 3/3/2019

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 3/3/2019 10:10:00 PM

Your muse must be more subtle than mine. Mine is on speed, and thinks she is in charge. She does not give me time to rest. I am glad yours is not so bossy and aggressive, Panagiota. Post EVERYTHING my friend. EVERYTHING. I have pages of poems on here with no comments. Keep going!

Panagiota Romios
Date: 3/4/2019 10:52:00 AM

You are one of the best! You write and you comment. And a sense of humor, I like. What? You? No comments? Unbelievable! Great advice I needed to hear. My Muse woke me at 1:00am.. scratching out words I now have to decipher. Glad to see you at #one. You explained to me how you work. Muse needs overtime pay.