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My gorge rises, my blood boils. Exasperated I bite my envenomed tongue. Incensed I spout mad words that have no meaning defending my attitude, maintain my poise. I bait, fret and nag, like a tantalizing volcano that has yet to decide whether to erupt or not. Don't answer me back, Twill only fan the flames of my irritable ire. For if I erupt, then there is no going back. Don't goad me into a quarrel, my lava burns. So beware. She leaves never to return. Good. After all what is she? A lazy domestic cleaner that performs half the work assigned And get paid in full for it. My wife smiles. She’s glad the cleaner is gone for good. She is too sexy for comfort.

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