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Oh dear, here goes my muse again
She’s really becoming quite the pain
Throws tantrums just to get her way
Won’t let me sleep, on any day
Until of course, she’s fully sated
Digesting words, regurgitated
From simply too many pages written
I think my muse is finally smitten
Perhaps she’ll leave me, let me be
I can only hope, for my sanity
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Beautiful. 70% of the time, my muse waits until the wee hours to show up for work.
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LOL Mine too! She prefers to torment me in the wee hours 🙂
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Fantastic! 😎🌹
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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I’m in love with this❤️
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Thank you very much, Erika!!! ❤
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