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Poet's Debuff

Why must words fail me
when I need them most?
On paper they lament,
sing, cry, laugh, and boast.

Yet when they're spoken,
they stu
mble and f
all;
the
y drop from my m
outh likeaflatrubberball.

Eloquent,
disastrous,
unstable
and
small.