April 18, 2020/
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I had some nightmares yesternight A muse came to my humble abode Seeking after a scribbling quill I wouldn’t have allowed her me seduced But if poetry obeys the laws of prophesy What power does the poet really possess Let it be known these are not my words But of a muse that rides, day and night Around the shores of our fatherland The muse said something I’m afraid…
