With some apprehension, he prepared to write;
with his muse’s dissention, there’d be no insight,
and thus, by extension, no joint, shared delight.
With her added dimension, he’d dared lofty heights.
In joyful ascension, they’d paired on long flights,
but now, in declension, grievance aired, all seemed trite.
It was his intention to square with his sprite -
Contention impaired him; he...
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