“What is this? This impropriety? Here I am, the boulder barricading artistic flow just beginning to give when this, this! This commotion that tickles my very underarms, drains my strength and all ideas go up in puffs of smoke!”
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A Poem – The Composer
The Composer grows weary. But fret not, my deary! For in his dreams and slumbers Come his greatest scores and numbers…
P.S.Clinen 