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Jun 2019
There is a monster in the house waking up, the rising sun
It’s terrorizing everyone by shouting get your gun

What caused this crazy commotion and why is it today
The guns not real the monster is me, and I’m shouting to get my way

Sometimes you have to be, a monster like this, of sorts
You bang around, make lots of noise, resulting in some snorts

Most of the time, it doesn't last long, and you go about your day
You've spouted, pouted and shouted, oh what a pretty display...  NOT

Brian Hill - 2019#136
I'm not mad, I just wrote it that way...
Sometimes you just want to write in the mad format...  :)
Written by
Bhill  67/M/Ivins Utah
(67/M/Ivins Utah)   
     Crazy Diamond Kristy
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