The mindful muse
left her ruse
where she snoozed
Picked up her purse
to end a curse
she came in
A
BURST!
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When she comes my way
all I see is day
but too soon she fades
No, please come back!
I like you so
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
my new
sweet
pill
That’s oh so old
& bitter when nil
And less like a pill
& more like a hill
that must be climbed
to get my fill
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