It's one in the morning.
I almost fell asleep.
But I keep going on.
Been reading about
James Taylor. He and
I are livin' the same
life, it seems, 'cept
he's been married 3
times, and I have never
been. Went through hard
times, drugs and all.
He hooked on ******,
I took ******. Both
went to prep school,
he to Milton, I at
Andover. Both of us
found them mean.
I mean to say that
James and I are one.
He was in mental
hospitals, as was I.
We vere very young.
Then he started singing
and I began to write.
In the night of life,
we we were together,
seems, songs he wrote,
I poetry. Ups and down,
but stayed the course.
His guitar and voice,
my pen and paper. He
got famous;  both of us
got well. He made millions
from songs he sang. My
poems are priceless, though,
sacred and sublime. What the
hell! Everyone has his trials.
Our verdicts were the same.
He sang songs he wrote,
I treasure my words and
feelings. James and I have
kind of met. I think we are
good friends.

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