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I knew a poet
Lived before his
He and his dog,
while he'd rhyme

Words to you happy
to make you cry
Then one day the
did die

But he left a closet
Filled with and rhyme
some strange transaction
One was printed in the

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

Everybody knows a
From his book that four ninety nine
I wonder if he knows he's
Quite fine

'Cause his books are all sellers
And his poems were turned to
Had his brother on a show
Though never got along

And now called immortal
Yes, even taught in school
say, he used his talents
A proficient tool

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

And wonders
Did he really his mind
No, he was just a poet who lived before his
He was a poet who lived before his time