Remember that bad poet who called me a "twit"? I don't write for him. I write for her
Transcendental Sonnet #1156:
Her
I am very thin
And so is my skin
So do not insult
Me or call me names
You played silly games
And as a result
You no longer seem clever
That is if you ever
Were
I do not do this for you
I am not here to amuse
I seek to speak straight and true
Only to my muse to
Her
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Reviews of "Her"
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on December 2, 2004
Take good care of her, our wives are our blessings.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on December 2, 2004
If one can speak to his muse, and be heard and appreciated, it matters not if the rest of the world never hears. This is a lovely expression of your love for her.
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