Here I sit
Anticipation has my thoughts
My muse that never sleeps
Flirting with a lyrical jackpot
Enslaved to my muse
Held hostage be it day or night
Pay no mind to the hour
My pen ready to write
The subject matter will vary
Whatever pulls upon my heart
My job is to write it down
My muse’s lyrical art
Well look ye there say I
A poem upon the page
Where from that came
I’ll sit, ponder and gaze
All credit goes to my muse
Keeping me innocent as can be
I just wrote it down
Anonymous poetry
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