'Too Many Poets'

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My temple-toppled befitted brain
Keeps me from going 'round insane
How come I can't get anywhere
Or is that me standing over there

But you say it's so and so
I guess it's clear, you'll never know

Why hasn't fear entered here
Or maybe sense won't let it near
To give in now and disappear
Than allow some phobic leer

But you say it's so and so
I guess it's clear, you'll never know

Upon a raft some roue will tow
All the needs that he must sow
Another man might let it go
But there is something he must show

And you say it's so and so
I guess it's clear, you'll never know

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