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The with poets is they talk to much.
tell us how it hurts them,
and it hurts them a little more.

We can not
maybe make that part up!
never stood in their shoes,
in skins,
in heads,
shorts.

The trouble you,
is you me nuts!
I can not what's that behind your smile.

Poet; give us somethin' to lift us up!
for tonight,
for a time,
for the of us all
for a while!

I know it's trouble.
I know makes us real.
But I that piece of mind were something I could steal!

The trouble shoes is they come untied.
You might a fall down the stairs.
And a poet might along,
and say,
"Well that's like life."

I the trouble with poets is they'll see poetry everywhere!

I know,
only trouble.
Here I am at the of the stairs;
Beggin' you please Mr.Poet for a few repairs!

The trouble time
is that don't go back.

Maybe trouble's just with
you and me.

I'm so scared this
law will to black,
I push,
and I pull,
And I do to be free!

Oh love,
I and I struggle!

I know.
I it's just the deal.
And I it's only trouble.
And don't I know that makes us real!

And I know,
sometimes,
sometimes,
knows!
knows!

Not even know
how we
feel!

The with poets is they talk
they
they to much!

Let us go then,
you and I,
as the evening is spread out the sky
like a patient
on a table!
They to much!

talk to much!