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I have no enemies Just reluctant friends Wishing I was just a little different But you, You swear to cross swords with me But do hear me well I wield no steel sword Just this old pen And a weary cold brian With which to fight all wars. Fly high meteorite Burn your little life out And I shall be here when you dig the long fated crater When your salty ash scatter And the rains fill your empty shelter I shall be here to tell your story A story of the giant storm slain by a gentle voice That story of the conquered elephant And the cunning tortoise. But before the first shots take flight Here I knock your door With an olive branch And these priceless jewels To buy your smile And save us all The waste of a million precious miles.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Date: 12/9/2011 9:12:00 PM
this is great Esson... really.. luv the flow of words...smiles....chiquita
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Date: 11/28/2011 6:05:00 AM
Love your style
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Date: 11/26/2011 1:42:00 AM
The pen is mightier than the sword... I think one should consider all odds before wasting time... Enjoyed your poem... thank you for sharing your thoughts..LINDA
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