There was a little girl, wearing little shoes Searching high and low, looking for her muse It wasn’t in the house, or out behind the tree Not up in the mountains, and not down by the sea She sat upon a rock, and stared up at the sky Not knowing what to do, she then began to cry She couldn’t find her muse – it was nowhere to be found The harder that she searched, the more her...
Archive - February 2010
