Luna is my muse.
That’s what makes me a poet.
She’s yours too, I’m sure.
It’s just that you don’t know it.
A poet isn’t made
Nay, a poet’s born.
And I was born a poet.
Invulnerable to scorn.
Luna is my muse.
That’s what makes me a poet.
She’s yours too, I’m sure.
It’s just that you don’t know it.
A poet isn’t made
Nay, a poet’s born.
And I was born a poet.
Invulnerable to scorn.
Musings of the Mad 
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