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Anonymous Poetry

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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