No True Reason
I was born of high
temper, with no
reason ever
explained,
I learned my manners
from those around,
I am very well
trained.
I have since metered
my tantrums, it
was only a
ruse,
I can still create an
explosive view,
don't light
my fuse.
Yorktown Disciple
I was born of high
temper, with no
reason ever
explained,
I learned my manners
from those around,
I am very well
trained.
I have since metered
my tantrums, it
was only a
ruse,
I can still create an
explosive view,
don't light
my fuse.
Yorktown Disciple
# 11906
Quatrain of No True Reason - 11906 - Yorktown Disciple
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I'm
very
well
trained
very
well
trained