Nixon, my muse

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Nixon, my muse

i dream of you every night
and smile when i think your name
you hold a handsomeness
so otherworldly and angelic
and a voice as beautiful
as a setting sun on the ocean
hair as dark as night
and skin as white and beautiful as the moon
i think of you as my personal muse
you inspire me to do so much
my sweet darling Nixon
your music is like thunder
so natural and majestic
listening to your amazing music
is like a new wave of inspiration every time
thank you, Nixon, for all your help

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

emokid’s Poems (55)

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it 0
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