Eyes droop in early morn,
pen moves slowly as words dribble.
Muse remains softly ensconced,
asleep in warm bed across the hall.
Eyes droop in early morn,
pen moves slowly as words dribble.
Muse remains softly ensconced,
asleep in warm bed across the hall.
lillian the home poet 
Coffee. Quick coffee!
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Laughing out loud!!!
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So! That’s where my muse has gone…napping again. 🙂
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