Muse
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My Muse is very fickle
at night he likes to tickle
at times he wants me to chase
and others times I can find no trace
but when I have him we are like lovers
no matter where I am he follows and hovers
I just have to ask and he gives me all I desire
he gives me words so that my poems can fly higher
and when I am sad he wraps his arms around me like a cloak
he whispers sweetly in my ear and my bowed head he will stroke
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March 21, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/MUSE
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1238-082-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
NA in the contest, A-Mus-ing, Judged 4/12/20
Submitted to the Premier contest, Second Chance NA Poem 2020, Part III
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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