She runs around like a Banshee

Eyes of Blue wonder what they see

Casting her spell upon me

Not wanting at all to break free

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So, tell me my muse The story Please

The sudden torrent of Words release

Like shooting the Curl and finding the crease

I surely want it never to cease

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10,000 crashing waves to the shore

We can only wonder what's in store

As we ride the current and beg for more

And gently ask is this fairy tale lore

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And if it be Not More than this

I would steal a moment, perhaps a kiss

Exclaim quite loudly it is bliss

And not one second would I miss

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