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The Borrowed Poem
To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Love Sick
I'm sick of love; I wish I'd never met you
I'm sick of love; I'm trying to forget you
Just don't know what to do
I'd give anything to
Be with you
Love Sick [excerpt]
Bob Dylan
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