He is off the mood
He is to me rude
What I have done
Perhaps no fun
Looking askance
And looks tense
worked I on his computer
Knew well his nature
For one option there
He is allergic ever
And for good speed
I use that as I need
He left the place
Maintained grace
uncontrolled was his anger
Simmering words were
But his silence was enough
In place of being rough
Basic Html he detested
I used that and so he fled
Poor option he disliked why
No reason but whim, smile I
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