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I die a little inside when I see this

I die a little inside when I see this

  A farmer on the way to market Told his beautiful muse That we’re much too self-conscious These days So she said to him Don’t I know that! As if she were from New York By way of Dublin By way of a steamer A century ago Or was it a zeppelin? Not that it matters Because she flew on her own, Regardless Muses can do that and more Much more Like make us think We’re making the art When…

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