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After all these years
of peeking through
the hand-knit curtains
of your thoughts...
of smelling the scents...
the ginger,
the storm,
and yes, votre amour,
... after all the many times
that I have watched,
sans formal invitation,
as Erato
guided your pen...
I realize that somehow
I've grown accustomed
to your Muse


'... with all apologies to Lerner and Loewe
and Professor `enry `iggins !'

By Desert Knave

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