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Your muse didn’t run away,
she came to visit mine today.
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I watched them climb the cedar tree
to drink their mountain berry tea,
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and as the sky turned into rain
I watched them climb back down again.
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They danced until their feet were dry –
and then I heard them call goodbye,
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and now my muse has gone away –
it seems she fled with yours today.
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When they arrive, please send her home
to change this verse into a poem.
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(c) 1994, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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From 1994; dedicated to anyone else who has ever suffered from writer’s block!
Seasonings 