when forced to write poetry
there once was a senior named kathryn
who spent many nights with me laughin'
when asked the next morn
she'd say with some scorn
i can't even remember what happened!
i am walking out in the rain and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again and i am getting nowhere with you and i can't let it go and i can't get through
when forced to write poetry
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