Poem Nine of Challenge
I love that silly man of mine
I'm writing this poem
Number nine
Hey, it's a challenge
I'll do my best
To do this is like a
Contest!
My muse was gone,
I feared she died
Abandoned pen....
It's ink all dried
But then my mate bid me to write
I've all but one to pen tonight
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