Madrason writer (24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)
Dance the muses on your tongue
If in your head the melody
the poetry it wont go wrong
just let them climb through misery
and make them ever grow so strong
that defines the mystery
puts some music to your song
let the alphabet in one, two, three
-and set those puppets free-
dance muses on your tongue.
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