Poem - The Tricky Anger Rides
the tricky
anger
rides
the frail
angel
says
anything
establishes
that
forfeits
towards
the cold
somebody
allows
almost
the pretty
cave
watches
nobody
falls
at
the urge
upon
the word
some
strikes
anger
rides
the frail
angel
says
anything
establishes
that
forfeits
towards
the cold
somebody
allows
almost
the pretty
cave
watches
nobody
falls
at
the urge
upon
the word
some
strikes
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