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[title] => Visitor, Erato
[time] => 2018-01-01 19:51:52
[hometext] => hello, welcome, come again...
[bodytext] => /
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The spark, when it ignites
lifts to dizzying heights
words and thoughts to attest,
then disappears to rest.
the Muse sings her song
while we just tag along;
a scribe to the verse
that is both blessing and curse.
the Universe holds it all,
ideas and words to enthral
a cornucopia awaits
—until it abates.
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