Hosts of pages litter the floor
Crumpled little dreams tossed by the wayside
Imagination sees while translations lack the fortitude
Where is the elusive muse
Who can coax nimble fingers
Into releasing these bound tales?
BOUND… a poem
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Kevin Parish 
I suspect the muse slept in, as usual. 🙂
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“The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind . . . “
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Awesome!
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🙂
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So good!
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Thank you, Valerie!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you, Chuck! 😉
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Always a pleasure to read and share your post with followers, My Friend!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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“Crumpled little dreams tossed by the wayside” Love this! ❤
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Thank you, Penny!
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Loved your reading of this poem! Awesome to put a voice to the words!
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Thank you! I apologize for taking so long to respond! Life… ;-)))
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