My Muses Alloute
This is for my muse
It’s her thoughts I use
If in doubt, I’ll call her out
When we disagree.
After all she’s me
And I’m glad that she’s about.
Then she’ll go away
On her holiday
So, I’ll wait until she’s back
Ask her what to write
She is always right
My muse’s words never lack.
Copyright © Christine Watts | Year Posted 2024
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