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CREATIVE MENTOR The Muse will not be forced,coerced,or cajoled. Words, phases, sentences clamor to escape, but the Muse slumbers. Wake-up. Grant me permission to write poems of Love of Joy Of Hope. The Muse will not be directed. The message is clear;reality demands truth of Pain of Sorrow of Despair. The Muse uncompromisingly guides my thoughts, my pen. At times I rue the day it found me. Most often I celebrate. |
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From: <Glo2489@aol.com>
Date: Tuesday, February 15, 2000 3:23 PM
Gloria Parker
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