In anger a few nasty words fell out,
Like shards of glass they pricked the feet,
Of all those passing by,
From some they drew blood,
From some an indifferent shrug,
A few swore out loud,
A gentle soul felt deeply hurt,
Of all of them,
My loss is acute,
I lost my peace to a furious mind,
Ah,sheer madness to have gambled away,
A tranquil existence for an angry one.
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