That’s the hardest part of it since
I insist my muse do the work,
not me. At least most of it.
So I wait and listen, feel and
free associate and recall my
dreams and surrender to the past.
We have lived it together, she
and me. Sitting on the train tracks,
waiting. The train is running late.
Ho ho, that wasn’t fun was it!
Lighten up, Mu!
(For https://dversepoet.com)
ha ha. you are funny
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Smiling as I say thanks.
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Haha😊
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Tee hee…
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