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

We can not
maybe they that part up!
We've 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 just to lift us up!
for tonight,
for a time,
for the of us all
for a while!

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

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

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

I know,
only trouble.
Here I am at the bottom of the
you please Mr.Poet for a few small repairs!

The trouble time
is that don't go back.

Maybe that trouble's just
you and me.

I'm so scared this
law fade 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 that trouble makes us real!

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

Not even know
how we
feel!

The with poets is they talk
they
talk to much!

Let us go then,
you and I,
as the is spread out against the sky
like a etherized
on a table!
talk to much!

They to much!