Ecstatic was he
As the day finally came
No longer would she
Scream out his name
That voice of hers curdled
And echoed in his head
Now, a sip of this potion
And all her endless, nagging, worrisome words
Would all be said
SIP… Quadrille #74
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Kevin Parish 
I shouldn’t be giggling as I read your poem, but it seemed all too real! Well done!
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Ha… I hear ya! Thanks!
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Hmmm a voice loss potion? I’m intrigued.😉
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Muses… What do you do?
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Lol 😁 very true.😉
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