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and sometimes we didn’t and that’s just how it lies

Full-ti a poet

It’s a lot of time spent on your lonesome in the dark

and htly know

what it is you do

but they’re sure as shot they could e it

just about as well as you

So,

though never too h

They dig the clothes, but they can’t shoot for shit,

and they damn sure don’t want to hear your poems

That’s all right

I got a heart like a half bottle

of no-label whiskey

Nothing to brag on,