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My Silly Muse

(Quatrains in couplets) My pen gets stuck a lot at night I try and try to make it write Seems this pen is out of juice tonite And this muse has no pity of me I unscrew all its parts to make it work And scribbled hard as if it were a fork Then scramble and unscrambled my brain But heads swollen has been inside a drain Still my pen refuses again just to write My poor brains having infamous bug bite I hate see my beautiful Muse, just slipping But what can I do if she's bent on leaving. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2009 October,05,2014 funny pic enclosed in the notes window
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Chakrabarty Avatar
November 13, 2014 at 7:36 AM
No D your muse is not silly. He was relaxing. Everybody needs relaxation. Even Muses. So give him a treat, a cup of coffee will do with muffins. Love ....rajat
Petersen Potter Avatar
November 13, 2014 at 9:02 AM
Rajat, thank you so much for stoping by and your very funny and kind comments. Lol... :) xxxx D.
Mcdaid Avatar
November 6, 2014 at 2:24 PM
smiling dorian your pen sure flowed excellent dear friend
Petersen Potter Avatar
November 13, 2014 at 9:08 AM
Well Liam my darling, dearest friend thank you so much kindly for dropping by for a very nice visit and your very awesome comment. It means so very much to me you know that by now. God bless you slways! Smiling here for you Liam.-:-) love and many warm hugs! xxx D.
Nance Avatar
November 5, 2014 at 4:55 PM
This was fun to read, and a funny picture, cheers :)
Petersen Potter Avatar
November 13, 2014 at 9:03 AM
Thank you so very much Cas :) much appreciated xxxx D.
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