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I don't know why I did it; let's call it therapy,
I suppose I'm out of touch with modern poetry.
Or just too old and grumpy for this modern stuff.
I've tried to understand it, but haven't had much luck.
I don't know why I do it; maybe it's a curse.
But now and then, I need to rattle off another verse.
I wake up of a morning, and lying there in bed,
Start putting words together, somewhere in my head.
I might stop it if someone tells me they're no good,
Or I might slash their tires, and write another book.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
I don't know why I did it; let's call it therapy,
I suppose I'm out of touch with modern poetry.
Or just too old and grumpy for this modern stuff.
I've tried to understand it, but haven't had much luck.
I don't know why I do it; maybe it's a curse.
But now and then, I need to rattle off another verse.
I wake up of a morning, and lying there in bed,
Start putting words together, somewhere in my head.
I might stop it if someone tells me they're no good,
Or I might slash their tires, and write another book.