Fire

The other day I had a grump;
in my heart I felt a lump
run poison through my heart and mind,
in every crevice it could find.
I felt it touch my very soul;
the burning of a red hot coal.
But then, in time, I quenched its flame
‘cos that’s not me; that’s not my name.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri
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