WHEN I've a quarrel in my mind
With one who's far away,
To scorching letters I'm inclined,
In which I say my say.
And then I take those seething screeds
So full of ink and ire,
In which I threaten awful deeds,
And mail them in the fire!
John Kendrick Bangs
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