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Title: "My Special Muse"
Author: Ngoc Nguyen
Date Submitted: 1/4/2018
Email: ngoc.m.nguyen@cox.net

Poem: I can hear my muse weep and sigh;
I just listen and don't ask why.

Her touch feels like a burning fire
and it's forever there to inspire;

she visits me in the cool of the morn
by the brooks where I was born.

There she reveals her magic powers
where I await amidst the leafy bowers;

there I repose by the babbling brooks
beyond the hamlet and ruined rooks

and write all day for my special Muse;
for if I write she will never refuse

to be my muse till I am dead,
when my poems will be well-read....