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without ends

When my muse feels a bit weak
And I myself become oblique,
The only path to clear my head
And to start afresh a thread,
Is to think about a face
One that fills me with amaze,
Find the page scroll down the pics
Stay and stare from nine to six,
All day long the river flows
As ideas and muse grows,
Till I write up my first word
About a beauty none compared,
Then a problem will kick in
That while writing from within,
I wonít stop gushing amends
so the rhymes never get ends.
joeborg
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