Poetryville
Wasting
away in Poetryville
Looking
for my lost fickle muse
Rhythm
and Rhyme are in hiding
Singing
the poetry blues
Wasting
away in Poetryville
While
summer fun goes on around me
The
land of diction, meter and feet
Have
somehow trapped and bound me
Wasting
away in Poetryville
Where
figurative language is king
Time
ticks away on the face of the clock
Till
my muse returns and takes wing
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