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I once a poet
Lived his time
He and his dog,
Listen he'd rhyme

Words to make you
Words to you cry
one day the poet
did die

But he left a closet
Filled verse and rhyme
Through strange transaction
One was in the Times

And everybody's
For the of underground
Well, they found him in Florida
With a for a crown

knows a line
From his book that four ninety nine
I if he knows he's doin'
this fine

'Cause his books are all sellers
And his poems turned to song
Had his brother on a talk
Though they never got

And now he's called
Yes, even taught in school
They say, he used his
A most proficient

But he left all of his
To Spooner, his old
Growin' old on and bacon
In a doghouse, ten feet

And everybody
Did he really lose his
No, he was just a poet who lived before his
He was just a poet who lived before his