Their Knives Come Out For You
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Shaun Cronick
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When I submit a new poem,
There's a fear I simply dread.
Will people smile and enjoy it,
Or kidnap me and take my head.
It's always a tricky balancing act,
When you write something fresh and new.
How will people simply accept it,
Or do their knives come out for you.
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