Spit gravel
Toss rocks
Fling objects
Against the wall.
Bemoan the moment
Wring this issue
Until it is
Bone dry.
Cast it forth
Catch it back
Hold it tight
Drop it dead.
Pull it in close
Tuck it under an arm
Run down the street
Never looking back.
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