The Missing Muse
His muse had suddenly went missing
His words now unemployed
The capitol letters complaining
The lower case letters annoyed
He couldn't write without his muse
No matter how hard he tried
His inspiration had ran away
And took the tears he cried
Heartache was now another word
That his quill refused to write
The paper was almost blinding
Without words to cover the white
The poet now sits in silence
Awaiting his muses return
The letters now talk of arsony
For his paper they say must burn
The poet's muse was here all the time
And things were never amiss
For if his muse were truly missing
I couldn't have written this
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