MUSE POEM: Awe Mused Up

At the end of the day
He was mused up
Know longer able
Too take it
Sow well

This poem was written amidst a streak of when the struck.  Sometimes the needs to be addressed directly as a subject.  The glorious as a scribe to a  is only in as much as handing off the words become incarnate into human language requires and some small of an alternative activity, say, .  The muse's are worthy of a voice, and even sometimes beyond a voice in my head.  May you on occasion find yourself in good service to a muse.

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