On days when my mind races;
This heart of mine you keep it beating.
Forever lost in powerful dreaming;
Oh please, agree to release me.
Grant the creativity I feel deep inside;
Muse, bravely lead me through our eternity.
On days when my mind races;
This heart of mine you keep it beating.
Forever lost in powerful dreaming;
Oh please, agree to release me.
Grant the creativity I feel deep inside;
Muse, bravely lead me through our eternity.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
I can’t believe I was only gone four days and I missed 7 posts from you! Good grief.
Well done poetry–again.
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I was hoping you’d get to see some of these posts. I’ve been hard at work since coming home. Thanks for the boost!
Thank you!!
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Yes, I think the granting part is the hard part.
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Yes, such control my muse has over me. I should command it, I guess. That’s what the professor would do.
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Yes, and if he failed to listen, I’d knife him and then blow fire!
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Be gental. Have a cookie…
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A cherry one! 🙂
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Yes, it seems you need one!
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perhaps I could tag along
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🙂 Could be rocky, but oh it’s a fantastic feeling when I’m allowed.
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😉
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love this!
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Thanks, Liz!
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