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I Missed the Bus
Where is my Muse
I missed the bus
Will there be another
Oh, what a fuss
I was hoping, at best
To go for a ride
On that magical tour
With my mind open wide
To find inspiration
And maybe a friend
As Don did with Thalia
Oh, who am I to pretend...
So I wait on the corner
With my pen and my pad
Thinking that, maybe,
This Muse thing's a fad
There's a bus ...
Monday 16th September 2019 11:48 pm
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