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My muse, alas, has run away
She said she could no longer stay
I drive her crazy, through the night
And keep her up, til morning light
She claims this is no life to live
She needs to dream, so please forgive
My poetry, as it may stray
Til Muse returns, another day
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Delightful!
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Thank you for taking the time to read!! 🙂
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This is really interesting!
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This is really me!! Thank you, Rumpa. Hope my Muse comes back soon 🙂
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I absolutely love this poem. And may your muse return soon.
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Thank you so very much!! She’s sulking somewhere, but she won’t be gone for long. I have something planned for her lol
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I’m sure she’ll love it!😊
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haha, I can only hope!
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Lovely.
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Thank you!
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Love this, Dor
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Thanks, Rita! Sorry took so long to respond. My days just evaporate…
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I know what you mean. Swiftly go the days 🌎
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Indeed. I need to lasso a few and bank them lol
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Right?
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Ugh, what I really need is a vacation, nice beach, cool drinks, and no phone, computer,etc…need to disconnect for a bit
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That’s makes perfect sense.
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My muse disappears daily!!!
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LOL, Ritu!! Tie a rope around her/him!!
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I really need a muse-leash!!!
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😂
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