Back to the poetry muse and my music --
The musings amusing my mind...
If you don't use it, you'll certainly lose it
And it keeps getting harder to find.
Regularity, regularity, regularity. It's so important in so many areas of life! heh heh
It's really easy to wake up in the middle of the night (too damn easy!) and let your brain spin in many directions. Harder to get up and write the thoughts down. Of course, some are crap anyway, but at least you can sort through them -- instead of lose them -- in the light of day.
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I assumed you quit musing
ReplyDeleteDid you muse my assuming?
gig
I've long been amused by your musings
ReplyDeleteAnd assume that your muse is amusing.
Our muses love games
And it's very plain
That our musings might soon get confusing!
(Nice one, Gig!)
There once was a maid from Madras
ReplyDeleteWho possessed a magnificent ass.
Neither round or pink,
As some might think,
It was gray, had long ears and ate grass.