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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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