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DOUBLE TALK

Idle sit the swords in bloodied rust old glories faded in the long dull blades lie about cold beauty's savage lives masked within the scars of victors songs. Words unbent repent in ploughshare shame succumb to acquiescent mumbling rising in the throat of strangled steel tempered by the stench of battles fear. Is peace naught but a swords rekindling flame sharpening both sides of fates cold wand. ©12/2/2019 If you live by he sword then you die by the sword Poetry Contest

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Date: 12/16/2019 5:18:00 PM
Nice take on the contest, John. Congratulations on your win. Charlie
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Date: 12/15/2019 7:23:00 PM
John, congratulations on your win. Hugs Eve
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Date: 12/15/2019 5:32:00 PM
Well done on getting a winning poem :)~ John
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Date: 12/15/2019 5:03:00 PM
yes it is a double edged dilemma.. great take on the contest.. Congratulations on your placement in the contest..
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Date: 12/5/2019 8:49:00 AM
So powerful... I liked this one very much. Ann
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John lawless
Date: 12/5/2019 11:28:00 AM
Thanks you Ann, for stopping to read and comment
Date: 12/3/2019 8:36:00 AM
Really cool John. This was deep and affecting. Best wishes in the contest
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Date: 12/5/2019 11:27:00 AM
tis a doubled edged dilemma....this sword