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Goo-goo, ga-ga.

For the first time in my life, it's like I can't put my feelings into words I'm out of time and out of breath, it's not my turn If I knew anything, it was how to talk I could rhyme before I could walk I could yell, I could whine, I could rant, I could sing But now it's as if I can't do anything. My goo-goos and ga-gas were melodic and sweet But I'm all out of words. I've been beat.
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cameron-godfrey
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Written by
cameron-godfrey
American
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Jan 22, 2013
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I couldn't actually write poetry before I could walk.

Actually, I could write well before I could walk well

I still can't walk well.

I fall down a lot.

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