Nothing to of write,
At least nothing within my sight,
Got into an argument with the muse,
It stopped just short of a physical fight...
The muse did on a vacation go,
On a sailboat where it can use all his hot air & blow,
I care not, for now, if it ever returns,
Guess I will, tonight, just skip the seed,
And go right for the sauternes...
If you see my muse,
Out an about on one of the seven seas,
Tell it I don't care if it ever comes back,
Make it look like I am in earnest,
Not the reality of which being,
I am just using this as a ruse...
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