Sometimes I see poets’ faces
On faces on the street
On people who walk by
I see the poets’ faces
And I wonder if
It’s a coincidence
That I keep seeing people
Who look like poets
Or maybe
Those poets
Whose faces I see
Are connected with me
And we are bound together
In some spiritual way
Or maybe
It really was the poets themselves
Who I saw walking down the street
It could have been
For all I know
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The Entrepreneur He's desperate for his next buck But he doesn't know where it's coming from His back is against the wall He has no time to waste This is for all the marbles Success will make him real Validate all of his beliefs, values, and hard work Failure...
Kids Kids are meant to be seen Not heard That's what you said And now your kids Don't talk to you Because you didn't listen to them When it mattered You had the chance We make our beds And we lay in them You should have listened To your kids ...
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