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This is the hour that suits me most
The time of night when I play host
To a stubborn muse who refuses to sleep
Who keeps me from my slumber deep
“Write the words”, she screams at me
Buzzing about, like an angry bee
No use arguing with this chick
Her mood swings come on pretty quick
I try to snooze, unsuccessfully
She tugs on my hair, quite like a bully
And then she lightens up her tone
She knows I need to be alone
To write the words that swirl in my head
The ones she whispered before SHE went to bed
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 