February 6, 2009
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Anger is a little boy,
Always tugging at your leg,
Refusing to let go,
Until his wish is your command.
Anger wakes you up at night,
When he shouts his piercing cry,
He keeps you at his bedpost,
Until he falls asleep.
But soon he will rise again,
And complete his daily routine,
He drives you insane,
But there is nothing you can do.
He is yours.

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