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The Improper

My Muse is inappropriate, improper, bad to know,
  The kind of girl with whom I ought not play.
I shouldn't even write to her; the rule books all say so:
  Such peccadilloes cause public dismay.

And where does all this scandal leave a poet, vis à vis
  His verse, if writing to her's such a crime?
And when she says, 'Fool! Look in thine own heart!', what shall I see
  There, but her? – My dangerous Muse! – A bust, arranged in rhyme!

Paul Stevens

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