When one gets angry for a long time its like an old friend, one gets used to it hanging around.
There is a folksong, “Little Biirdie.”
Little birdie. little birdie
What makes your head so red?
You’ve a short time to be here
An’ a long time to be dead.
To never in my life
Two understand
Too late for today
To find a home.
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