I have spent three weeks now on a poem that will neither resolve nor get out of my head. I cannot make it work at all. I don't know why it isn't working. I want to put my head through plate glass.
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- 1: You brought me back a lemon and you squeezed me tight
- 2: Here we are half-awake
- 3: I was never there, I only read the book, I only saw the film
- 4: We just want to go to a stately home built in the Georgian style
- 5: Sit thee down and put them on
- 6: My life's a crooked mess of things I've broken with my head
- 7: ?פֿאַר װאָס זאָל איך אײַך געבן דירה-געלט אַז די קיך איז צעבראָכן
- 8: A second flood, a simple famine, plagues of locusts everywhere
- 9: So Krishna stole the butter, did he?
- 10: When I invited Frank and you back to mine for a mange tout when I meant ménage à trois
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