How Do You Tell
If I wrote any more my hand might fall off
But I just can't seem to make myself stop
I want to just say the things that I write
But whenever I try I'm filled with fright
I'm afraid you'll leave me to lie in the gutter
Which is why I can't speek to you without a stutter
Maybe I'll just give you this poem to read
That'll make life a little easier for me.
This poem was written by Cel Laroque on Mar 23, 2007.
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