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The Core of My Poetry

The nucleus of my imaginary thought Did a galloping rendition Of a spirited horse trot. The hub of activity dancing in my mind Whirled and twirled pure silliness In every cell of mine. The core of my poetry Taken captive by my muses Yes there are three They will crank them out when ready Not on my cue, nor my terms Catching me off guard more often than not. I am merely a subject. They are my queens.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 8/28/2019 7:39:00 AM
Three! Poor Caren) Well, Dixie is one of them. May I know the names of the other two occupants?
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Kurt Ravidas
Date: 8/28/2019 7:45:00 AM
I'm sorry, Trixie. You're nice. Hi, LeeWood and Angry)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 8/28/2019 7:40:00 AM
Trixie, LeeWood and Angry.
Date: 8/27/2019 4:07:00 PM
Very good! Beautiful pen to your poetry.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 8/28/2019 7:40:00 AM
Thanks M.L. You are such a great supporter for me!