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Anger
On a day, gray by blee…
It hath glee…
Foregoes it, if yee let it loose…
The man we call, nae a goose,
Only if he ne’er let it loose…
But, in anger he smacks,
Nae, appreciation…
Nae, satisfaction…
He kissed the Evil one…
If could he vanquish the anger…
Yee could say,
The trinity of man he’d…
Glory, goodness, greatness…
But anger had him beast…
A man, so sans sleigh…
Needed to quell the anger…
Quell the anger to be a priest…
Destiny would bestow on yee,
The fruits of furiosity…
Yee must repudiate these fruits…
