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These Rings

These are not battle scars, These are not to be ashamed of This sturdy warrior has journeyed far. From the forest, to the gates Of my own Valhalla, mercy finds me In a second life, in another shape. Battle scars branded upon my brow These dark rings are not from battle, But service more rewarding for now. I am a warrior of the home, I battle many enemies but always I stay on my feet firmly below. These rings are proof I am stable I have seen much as a Solid oak coffee table.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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