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A Muse-ing

 

My muse calls himself “a gargoyle,”

 

Or sometimes “Popeye;”

 

But never have I seen,

A man so fair of face,

So genuine of heart,

So melodious of voice.

 

Though never we might meet,

I admire him from afar.

 

7/3/07

 


OK, here's the story: I was at work during a slow spot and recalled Chris' latest disparaging remark about himself and the fact that Chris is the reason I've taken up drawing again.


Another poem dedicated to Christopher Eccleston : )
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john_jones
Jul. 5th, 2007 02:18 pm (UTC)
:)))
This is poem is amazing!I like it very much*HUG*
bigbadwolfeboro
Jul. 5th, 2007 11:41 pm (UTC)
Thanks
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