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My Contempt

If hidden by black clouds

The sun refuse to smile

Then I shall curse the sky

And in contempt, hold the clouds


If the breezes chill your flesh

And force you to hide your skin

I shall banish them to the sea

So I said, and so will be


If these tall trees refuse

To sway in worship while you pass

I shall hew them from their roots

Though it be no fault of theirs.

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