The restless soul of a well worn youth,
Storms of rage at those who waste,
The waves of love that come crashing down on unsuspecting people,
It all lies behind tired eyes.
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To attempt to write a poem and not know how to spell the simple word tired is beyond me.
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To attempt to write a poem and not know how to spell the simple word tired is beyond me. Do you think a spellchecker may help? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? H