The Blade
The blade was fine as any
But it couldn't cut to the core
Or pierce the heart of it
Though he tried forever more
He sharpened it with iron
Cleaned it many times a day
Polished it with minerals
Buffed it a most loving way
It couldn't cut the chase
It didn't even fit the bill
He had to find a way
It almost drove him up the hill
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