Barry Van Allen
Must Be Ruff! - Poem by Barry Van Allen
When in the middle of the night,
you are upright in your bed,
over something that you may have said,
... forgive yourself a little.
You know you didn't mean it,
when you said he was a piece of - - -
... like I said,
you didn't mean it.
Everyone gets angry,
and it is best to hold your temper,
perhaps, it's best that we remember,
that perfection is a burden,
and it's a blessing,
that so few of you must carry it!
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