One muse of a kind
By midnights voice
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You have a kind muse . . .
not me
My muse is over there
bemused at my insolence
She will say anything to embarrass me
and laughs like a witch
We foughat one night
and I killed her
Then I buried her in a shallow grave
and went home and threw another
poem on the stack
Later . . .
there was a knock on the door
I opened it to find
my muse standing there
She spit dirt in my face
and we fought again
Voila !
Another poem hits the stack
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Copyright 2017 midnights voice
Published on Tuesday, August 22, 2017.
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Comments on "One muse of a kind"
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On Wednesday, August 23, 2017, worm
(1194) wrote:
where'd ya get the picture of my ex-wife??? LOL... another fine piece, MV! ~worm~
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On Wednesday, August 23, 2017, Kaiser Black
(1825) wrote:
That cracked me up worm. I've dated someone similar to that as well lol
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On Wednesday, August 23, 2017, worm
(1194) wrote:
Egads man! I never knew there were so many of us riding that Ship of Fools!... LOL...
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On Wednesday, August 23, 2017, midnights voice
(971) wrote:
Ha ha , it's her twin sister . . . or brother , not sure . Thank you worm for reading .
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On Tuesday, August 22, 2017, Arwen
(187) wrote:
Aw some muses are immortal it seems. I love this poem!
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On Tuesday, August 22, 2017, midnights voice
(971) wrote:
Thank you Wednesday for reading .