Anger

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    Anger

    I feel it alot

    I get caught alot

    You feel pain

    That runs through my vains

    I cuss & cuss

    Like the wheels on a bus

    I fight for anger

    And it turns up to be danger.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Robert93’s Poems (5)

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    Prep 2 05/27/2009
    Fearless 0 05/27/2009
    Anger 0 05/27/2009
    Burning Hole 1 03/19/2009
    Death 1 03/19/2009
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