Dear Muses

I Call to the Fair Daughters of Memory,

Attendants to Aphrodite,

Wise and wily wanderer’s of the Helicon,

Thy sweet inspiration I request,

Your clever companionship I crave

Your Praises I shall sing,

“Well,” says an inner voice that could be Thalia’s whisper, “you’d croak.”

Nevertheless I shall make all sorts of praises,

And make offerings of finely wrought words,

And wine, and honey to you…

Fair ladies all.

Blessings upon you!

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