Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

lost lenore's in baltimore
the muse sings
through cobblestones
and the plumes of tugboats,
in patterson park she spoke to me
there, in the halls of mnemosyne
poet, wayward son
sing of the polis
the city of your birth

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"Maryland, my Maryland..." I remember back in the day when I lived inside the beltway.
Please keep those internet cards & keyboards humming...

Enjoyed the poem.

thank you, gentlemen