But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
The Muse (20 Oct. 14)
The Muse once upon me has drifted away
I'm finding it hard to know what to say
In rhyme or in blank verse
I'm not sure which is worse
When The Muse once upon me has drifted away.
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