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

We can not
maybe make 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 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 know it's trouble.
I it's makes us real.
But I that piece of mind were something I could steal!

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

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

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

The trouble with
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 know it's trouble.
And I know that trouble makes us real!

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

Not even know
how we
feel!

The trouble with poets is 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!
They to much!

talk to much!