The Muse on a Hot Day
Here I
sit shadeless
in my car
on the
hill in
100-degree
heat under
a blazing
sun demanding
my muse
come pay
me a
visit.
And here
she comes,
floating down
thru the
Poplars.
Here I
sit shadeless
in my car
on the
hill in
100-degree
heat under
a blazing
sun demanding
my muse
come pay
me a
visit.
And here
she comes,
floating down
thru the
Poplars.
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