Weap Not
I put my best foot on the lawns
But the lawns did resist my wrath
With my index finger, I hatefully pointed
But the words did resist my wrath
I swallowed the pride
And my chest did feel my wrath
I turned my foolish heart to the skies
The skies drizzed,
and my wrath did finally end!
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