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Part-Time Lover
Full-Time Poet!
She said, “oh you’re the poetry guy.”
To someone she thought she knew
He walked by without a “Hi.”
A loner through and through
Kept his troubles locked inside
Won’t inflict them on another head
Got more than an ounce of pride
Left his problems in a stranger’s bed
He wrote on every shoreline
Not afraid to be the sandy clown
And knew when comes the time
He’d leave you without a frown
He filled November’s glory
Curled up on a diaries blank page
From Sausalito to Tobermory
He used only the poet’s language
He’d try to remember your face
Breasts and wide blue eyes
Not just here in but every place
Where he settled to write his lies
There’s no discontent in how he feels
When a woman’s sleep locked him out
There’s always the dream of ideals
He's a poet without any self-doubt
