Words to battle
We share a
love for words
In every
word we write.
In the
absence of vocal cords
They come
in black and white
Like
Knights in shining armor,
Helms,
swords and shields,
Riding
horses amidst the clamor
Of metal in
metal through the fields.
And when
they strike,
Mightily to
the soul and heart
What is
there to dislike
But simply
to do your part…
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