PEARLS BEFORE POETRY
Poetry put a price on my head
And it’s a price that I can’t pay.
Those borrowed lines left me in debt
And now there’s price on my head.
Keats hired a hit man yesterday.
Emily said I’d never be read.
Poetry put a price on my head
And it’s a price that I can’t pay.
Friday, September 26, 2008
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