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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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

    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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