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muse

Amusing

January 12, 2022 Jane Swansonclutter, Daily Living, dverse, lifestyle, muse, purpose, quadrille, writing2 Comments

Searching for a muse today

amongst the clutter of everyday living

accumulation of unneeded things

projects begun and never ended

heaps of writings piled neatly

It was there I felt it take a hand

beckoning for me to rise again

in words already vanishing

_______________

dVerse prompt to write a quadrille and take a look for the muse

Amusing
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