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ELEANOR
Eleanor closed
her eyes to see,
she heard the
words yet to be,
she held the book
ready to write,
an inspiration
arrived each night.
The words came
from her hand
to the page,
like an improviser
on a stage,
as one line cast
the next awaited,
the conclusion yet
anticipated.
Moragnpoet
her eyes to see,
she heard the
words yet to be,
she held the book
ready to write,
an inspiration
arrived each night.
The words came
from her hand
to the page,
like an improviser
on a stage,
as one line cast
the next awaited,
the conclusion yet
anticipated.
Moragnpoet
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