Wherefore Art Thou?

Eyes droop in early morn,
pen moves slowly as words dribble.
Muse remains softly ensconced,
asleep in warm bed across the hall.

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Misky August 26, 2016 / 5:28 pm

Coffee. Quick coffee!

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- lillian August 26, 2016 / 5:29 pm
  
  Laughing out loud!!!
  
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Renee Espriu August 27, 2016 / 10:56 pm

So! That’s where my muse has gone…napping again. 🙂

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