Inspiration

Poem By Charlotte Ballard

They say muses
Are allotted to writers,
Poets, and such.
Mine must be
New at this
And a lush
Besides.

Comments about Inspiration

Ha ha! I love it. I think that I have a dozen muses the only problem is that they all talk at once. Perhaps they have been imbibing some of that wobbly water too. Love, Irene
your muse must know my muse...they are probably sharing libations somewhere and making beautiful muse-ick together. Kenneth


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