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Not Amusething

Sitting here alone at night
wondering what I'll find to write.
Serious or just for fun
I never know until it's done.

I feel my fingers tapping keys,
they seem to go where’er they please.
Choosing what they want to write
whilst I just sit alone all night.

Up to now it's not profound,
in words I see, no message found.
So what's the reasoning they take
and every night keep me awake.

Oh bugger this, I'm off to bed,
my Muse must think I am off my head
if she thinks I can understand
the reason why she guides my hand.

So goodnight Muse, and goodnight all
maybe next time she may recall
a verse that worth me losing sleep
but until then upstairs I'll creep!

Ivor G Davies

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