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How can I be a poet, how can I write in rhymes,

when everytime I hold my pen, I tremble with despair.

I start with my abc,only to end with my xyz, and

can't even remember the nouns... from my pronouns.



How can I be a romantic, when I don't even have a man,

to give me some roses, and practice with a kiss.

I only sigh in memories of days gone by,

when the only man I married , went home much, much ahead.



So now I dare not dream so much, cuz what I have, is much

too precious. I've got my beautiful kids, too lovely to behold.

They even gave me grandkids,to spoil and to adore, so poetry

and romance, you can go to my neighbor's door.