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Confessions of a Lazy Poet �

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I no longer brush my teeth � � � �
or wash my face � � � � �
before I go to sleep � � � �
like Mom always told me� � � �
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On dumber days I forget to eat � � � � �
and stay up late watching bad TV� � � � �
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If the world turns nasty� � � �
all I can do is look away � � � �
dreaming of a place to hide my failures � � � �
waiting for the sadness to leave � � � �
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And then when the words hit me � � � �
I let them slip past � � � �
watching them tumble towards lost � � � �
before they slide away forever �
into a great unwritten sleep �
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But I guess
it doesn't matter-- � � � �
I'm sure there's plenty more � �
where they came from �

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