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He comes gusting out of the house,
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The screen door a thunderclap behind him
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He moves like a black cloud
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Over the lawn and – Stops
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A hand in his mind grabs
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A purple crayon of anger
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And messes the clean sky
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He sits on the steps, his eye drawing
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A mustache on the eye on the face in the tree
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As his weather clears
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His rage dripping away
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Wisecracks and wonderment
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Spring up like dandelions
