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The sky is falling Storming and squalling   The wind is whipping And clouds are tripping   The trees are tumbling Cars are bumbling   The power is stunning
Hate. Seems like you can’t function without it.   Have your coffee dark roast— Extra bitter. Lukewarm, Grounds swirling in the bottom, --Swirling like those hateful thoughts,
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