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O Battle Rage
Sing out loud
like might beasts
do comrades & me,
in no retreat,
of battles in past
and others to be
so no other cannon-fodder,
of passion & quest,
curry within,
like tormented Reese,
haunting memory’s
manifest.
And lay no new
grim wreath.
Copyright ©
David Maxoptimism
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