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My muse is at it, once again

This time she’s sprouted wings

To make her journey faster, she says

Who believes in such a thing?

“I’m tired of sitting on the shelf”

She whines, with her usual flare

“I can’t do everything by myself!”

I yawn, like I really don’t care

And she flutters by me, nudging

I try to swat her away, but I miss

Back and forth, she flies about

I don’t think I signed up for this

But she knows just how to get me

Awakening this dreamer, she can!

It’s quite impossible, to try to sleep

Those wings of hers, sound like a fan!!

 

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