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the muse
written by: Tim Gallagher
10-16-2002

the muse died that day
the words dried up
blown before the
autumn breeze gray

still the tide is out
stranded upon earth
my boat is listing
waiting for new birth

and this feeble attempt
priming the literary pump
staggers around like a drunk
hand through hair unkempt

simple words spoken
visible breath on air
a single pleading prayer
return my voice unspoken


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October 17, 2002 - 04:12pm
Joy
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