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Yesterday, all was well -

Now today, it's almost hell.

I'm at odds with everything -

More a beggar than a king.

My darling muse refused to sing,

And told me to leave her alone!

For now, this is the best I can do,

And lesser arts must be pursued.

Or plagiarize other poets' works -

Or, worse, cannibalise my own.

Until 'la muse' next shows her face,

These tawdry lines must take her place.

Adieu! Adieu! Adieu!

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