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I know I was wrong to let anger have its way

And even if the argument was right

A violent outburst never should hold sway.

I know I was wrong.

But how to make amends, when passions bite

And tear old friendships, flung in disarray

Like hamsters to Rottweilers, who in spite

Will maim and maul, even as they bay

For blood, blood, blood into a night

Unslaked before they snarl and slink away.

I know I was wrong.

Brian Hick July 2013

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