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Ok...so I'm gonna take these words...
and make em ryhme..
Cause I wanna make a poem...
let's take these words...and then we'll flow...em?
Oh no no...that sucks...ok...
I'm gonna take these words
and make em ryhme...
with so little time...
would you like a lime?
No, no no!! What is wrong with me?
Oh blast it I'll never be an author..or poet of any sort..
How do people take such crude words and twist them in little balls of wonder
and life.
Filled with thier emotions. Of love...anger or hate...
I write, I try so hard! But the words...just...just...
OK! I can do it! One more time now, here we go.
I'm gonna take these words
And make a sweet poem.
I'll be an author......err...
let's show em?
%@*^%#*^%@*^@%*@^%*^@%@*^%##@!
Yeah! that's it I give up!
Dammit!
How DO people take such words
And weave them with care?
And twist them together
with such an odd flair?
To speak such a magic
that glitters so bright?
Words that take form
of a cold stormy night.
Or perhaps of a king
with a crown made of gold!
Or of a young apprentice
And a wizard so old.
Of dragons and faeries
Monsters and sprites
How do those poets
make words sound so right?
So speak of such love!
It must come from the heart!
to write such a poem...
that's how you must start!
That's why these words came out so empty and dead!
I must speak with my heart...and not with my head...
By
Wolfmother
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