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Nasty
What a nasty piece of business
This woman was proving to be,
You had to bite your tongue
And remind yourself that there
Was a goddess buried in there,
Somewhere.
Just mad and angry she was,
Obviously not yet knowing
That thoughts and words
Have boomerang qualities,
Her dog came over and sat
Down beside me, looked
Up at me as if to say, sorry
Man, but this is nothing, you
Ought to see her at home.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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