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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The trouble time
is time don't go back.

Maybe that just with
you and me.

I'm so scared that
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 know it's trouble.
And don't I know trouble makes us real!

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

Not even know
how we
feel!

The trouble with poets is talk
they
they to much!

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

They to much!