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The poetical short straw- I drew it.
Words I take, bend and break cause I'm a poet,
Grammar ticks, bells and scrapes I'll ignore and crow it!
The very birds sing from the highest trees for me and don't I know it,
The sugar rush from love lit eyes, I starve for and I woe it,
You'll rant my lines yet no cash is mine, cause you know I'd only blow it.
I drew this short straw, I can only hope, I'll find out how to grow it!
