My Song

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    My Song

     Tried to write a song
    but words got in the way
    Tried to sing the lyrics 
    but forgot what to say
    Tried to put them together
    but forgotten how to play

    Tried to build a tower
    but it was way to high
    Tried to design a bridge 
    but the river ran dry
    Tried to find the source
    Bur forgot how to drive

    Tried to talk
    But nothing came to mind
    tried to think it over
    But couldn't find the time
    Tried to hear the beat
    But couldn't find the Rhyme

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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