Murmuring over the Muse, fleeting thoughts brought to fruition. Avoiding obstacles
and glee. I nick ideas from idols, but let them nor heed, my mead or sullen craft.because not for praise or applause do these thoughts, span waves. But to delve inside and bury them amongst junk,
Is the way he avoids sinners and saints, and looks upon himself to finds miles still to run, the closer he comes to his destination.
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