I was raised by the best:
They told me I was meant for greatness,
That I was meant for the finer things in life,
And that's how I knew,
That's how I knew
That I was meant for you
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Confessions of a Tired Poet
PoetryWhat kind of poem would you write if you stopped caring about everybody else? Confessions of a Tired Poet is a collection of short poems that gives you a backstage pass to the life of a poet who's sick and tired of his life. This is the front seat t...
