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The night is filled
with my fury;
it crackles about my ears
like irritable lightning.
I storm from one place to another,
and no verb is more accurate than that.
I storm.
And I snarl,
and I growl at passing annoyances.
Everything qualifies.
A sputtering lamppost
gets a good smack;
a tree's trailing, tickling branches
are beat at furiously,
and I'm off,
kicking dandelions in the dark.
Raaagh!
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