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 If we're talking about love 
Then I have to tell you 
Dear readers, I'm not sure where I'm headed 
I've gotten lost before 
I've woke up stone drunk 
Face down in the floor 
Late afternoon, the house is hot 
I started, I jumped up 
Everyone hates a bore 
Everybody hates a drunk 
This may be a lit invention 
Professors muddled in their intent 
To try to rope in followers 
To float their malcontent 
As for this reader, 
I'm already spent 
Late afternoon, the house is hot 
I started, I jumped up 
Everyone hates a sad professor 
I hate where I wound up 
Dear readers, my apologies 
I'm drifting in and out of sleep 
Long silence presents the tragedies 
Of love. note the age. get afraid 
The surface hazy with attendant thoughts 
A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks 
Late afternoon, the house is hot 
I started, I jumped up 
Everyone hates a bore 
Everybody hates a drunk 
Everyone hates a sad professor 
I hate where I wound up 
I hate where I wound up 
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