The Muse continues to punish me
whenever I write prose
Her slaps severe with pain heartfelt,
no fury 'hell hath known'
She sentences me to endless nights
and days when words won't come
Until I succumb to writing verse,
and she, my breath becomes
The Court at KOP: February, 2016
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments1
Great write
Thanks, Tony
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