not my photograph…
His anger, erupted, like a volcano, and she, she’d become, like those villagers, scattering, for their lives, underneath that great big crater…
His anger, erupted, like a volcano, it happens, every single time he’d had a bad day at work, and lately, that’s been, every single day, ‘cuz his company’s downsizing, and, he’s among the group of being considered to get laid off.
His anger, erupted, like a volcano, and, as her children were so frightened by their father, they’d started to cry, which made him, even angrier, and so, she’d, sucked her own tears back down, worked hard, to calm her babies down…
still NOT my art!
His anger, erupted, like a volcano, and, although, after this eruption, just like the last, he’d sworn to her, that he was, going to, change his bad temper, but, the next time, Armageddon still came!
Life, the Obstacle Course 