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Tuesday, 12 October 1982 11:40

Writer's Block

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My Love said my Muse was faithless

And her fair words, being but a sham

Would turn in time to bitter fruitlessness

Leaving me no better off than I am


My Love said my Muse would desert me

And now my fate has confirmed her fears

Far away my Love can weep

Clear, exonerating, righteous tears


But since her predictions have proved so just

I hope all her maybes also turn to must



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