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Girl in the Meadow: When i lost my muse
I had lost the inspiration. For what was my passion,. They said; smoke a joint. I still didn't get the point. Said a prayer. But still didn't get there. At the Sunday salon. Where I lay forlorn. Sat with the noveau poets. Couldn't add a word to the sonnet. Then you came along. And I wrote a song ...
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