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The trouble with poets is they to much.
tell us how it hurts 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 with you,
is you me nuts!
I can not tell what's that behind smile.

give 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 it's makes us real.
But I wish that piece of mind were something I steal!

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

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

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

The trouble time
is time don't go back.

Maybe that trouble's just
you and me.

I'm so that 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 I know that trouble makes us real!

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

Not even poets
how we
feel!

The trouble poets is they talk
talk
they to much!

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

They to much!