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My Muse Has Gone

So help me God, my muse has fled Number me among the lost and dead Take my ribbons out and shave my head My muse has fled Prepare a shroud, my muse has left Wind me well within its warp and weft Hide me deep within some rocky cleft My muse has left Burn all my words, my muse has gone Turn to ash the page I wrote upon Throw it to the winds and you go on My muse has gone © Gail Foster 30th August 2016

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Date: 9/27/2016 10:24:00 AM
Dony you just hate it when that happens. lol. I love your work it never disappoints 7/7. Cheers.
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Date: 8/31/2016 5:51:00 PM
No, judging by this poem, she clearly has not, Gail :)
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Date: 8/30/2016 4:16:00 PM
Looks like your muse returned with this fine poem, Gail! 7 :)
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Gail Foster
Date: 8/30/2016 7:08:00 PM
Thank you for your comment, and your 7! Time will tell. All the best to you.
Date: 8/30/2016 2:19:00 PM
A wonderful tribute to the allusive muse Gail...hope for her quick return
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Gail Foster
Date: 8/30/2016 3:20:00 PM
Thank you so much, Tim