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An angry woman opens her mouth
And shuts her mind to reason
She who stays slow to anger
Is loved by more each season.
Anger snuffs the lamp of thought
And it's hard to stay serene.
Where anger rules, hatred thrives,
Then the world we love turns mean.
She who fans the coals of hate
Has no reason to complain,
If some hot sparks scorch her face,
Her anguish is thus her pain.
Anger is a human madness
Which consumes the heart and mind.
She who rules his spirit with love,
Shall be praised by all mankind.
Tom Zart
Tom Zart
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