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The with poets is they talk to much.
tell us how it hurts them,
and it hurts them just a more.

We can not
maybe they make that 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 behind your smile.

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

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

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

I think the trouble with poets is see poetry everywhere!

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

The with time
is that 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 know it's the deal.
And I know only trouble.
And I know that trouble makes us real!

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

Not poets know
how we
feel!

The trouble with poets is they
they
talk 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!

They to much!