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For decades I have sat upon Mount Helicon

Not just uninspired but uninspiring

No scribe to curl up next to

Whispering in his ear

Sending off to the archive to

take down the secrets

More Melpomene than Erato

Over time I lost my magic

With cold and angry gods

As empty as a writer without his muse

Is a muse with none to inspire

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