A Battle of Wills and Verbal Skills
Fed up with his constant prattle
I got into a verbal battle
The harshest of words were spoken
But in the end his will was broken
My voice was clear and strong of lung
I was sharp of wit and deft of tongue
His face grew pale and ashen gray
Then he finally just walked away
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