My Muse

I used to be a nocturnal troubadour 
Playing a fair amount of songs that years forgot
With a guitar nestled on my lap
I would whistle while playing until my fingers bled
I laugh at the call for intermission. A pause declared
I walk over to get a bite to eat 
And to talk with some of the other performers 
They all agreed that God put them on Earth to play
I was placed on Earth to make people smile 
This life I have been given is one thing I ponder
Holding my chin up to the clouds
I grew nine inches over the course of one Summer
All the better to look into your eyes
I fell in love four times in ten years
Where do I go from here?
I will have to get back to you on that
Sleep, eat, poetry, repeat 
That is all I need to know

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