The Muse of the Music
By LadyLeBlanc
The Muse conduces, confuses, bemuses. It knows neither up, nor down. It spins you around 'til your north faces south, and sonnets of jibberish errupt from your mouth. But where would we be, should the Muse choose to leave taking color, word, song, thus life? With no Muse we would be, put quite simply, a world which knows naught, but strife.I wrote this in Alg.2/Trig. one day when I was insanely bored and despaired of taking a 20th page of notes. It was rather fun! A bit different from the rest of my work I think...... Written October 29th, 2001 © on Dec 22 2001 11:35 AM PST, Kaleigh Naylor 10 • 0
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