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A Plea for Mercy

The soldier fought inspired, with all his might He thrust his trusty sword into the foe As Victory moved clearly into sight -- Just then he fell to unexpected blow He lay there stunned and hemorrhaging to death A plea for mercy clinging to his breath How could cruel Fate take Victory away ~ His foe to live and fight another day

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Date: 9/16/2019 2:51:00 PM
They are one in the same. For one it is victory taken away, for the other - he live's to fight another day. Superbly written Gershon. Best wishes...Ron
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 9/16/2019 3:33:00 PM
Excellent point, my friend. And the two sides of this coin are so radically different. Best wishes, Gershon
Date: 9/16/2019 1:07:00 PM
A strong and mighty poem my friend!
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Date: 9/16/2019 2:52:00 PM
Thank you for the generous evaluation, Bobby. ~ gw
Date: 9/16/2019 1:04:00 PM
In the heat of battle the tide can turn at the drop of a hat.
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Date: 9/16/2019 2:53:00 PM
Just when you're ready to declare victory or that you survived, like you said, it changes at the drop of a hat. Thanks, Tom.