Hour 18–No Promises

If medication sorely helps

And keeps at bay my muse’s yelps

then I might perk a bit upright

to forge ahead into the night

through moonlight’s bite and midnight’s roar

aloft across our salty shore

that I may place a word or two

to help express my love for you

Happy writing, my love!




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