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The trouble with poets is talk to much.
They tell us how it them,
and it hurts them just a 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; us somethin' just to lift us up!
for tonight,
for a time,
for the of us all
for a while!

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

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

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

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

The trouble time
is that don't go back.

that trouble's 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 know it's 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 poets
how we
feel!

The trouble with poets is talk
talk
they to much!

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

They to much!