tongue-tied

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With soul catching rhythm I spoke

But soon my poor meter was broke

With faltering time

And choking on rhyme

My words became caught in my throat

But so often with me that’s the way

When there’s import to what I must say

My tongue ties the words,

And I cannot be heard

And eyes downcast my fingers will play

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About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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