For decades
our mutual
disappointment
sat between us
like a case
of lonely
dynamite
just waiting
to meet
a friendly match.
- mce
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"OH" she said.........."the muse, hummm"
ReplyDeleteThe Muse commands; poets attend. She can be difficult, but this game is played by her rules. It is, after all, her game.
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