my muse walks slow, steady
pausing between steps
to watch the world above and around
he lives in poetry and pineapples
he smells like musk and custard
he sounds like rainbows
he smiles like laughter
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in verse, reverse, converse
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i have a ginger kitten.
Theres another fantastic (yes i said another..) poem on a muse, on this blog somewhere
www.rageagainsthefishbowl.blogspot.com
Search for it.
P.s Why the comment verification, your mistrust of my cyber self is painful.
much love to him.
despite the fact that that unfaithful bastard
needs a lesson
or two
or many
on fidelity.
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