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The with poets is they talk to much.
tell 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 with you,
is you me nuts!
I can not tell what's 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 wish that piece of mind something I could steal!

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

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

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

The with time
is time don't go back.

that trouble's just with
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 know it's the deal.
And I know it's trouble.
And don't I know that trouble us real!

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

Not even poets
how we
feel!

The trouble with poets is they
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!
They to much!

talk to much!