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Once more unto the breach, dear friends; We tremble, we withdraw our pens We sit still, listen Calm, collected To prove our brains Have not defected, Once more letting them teach Our heads We caw and flutter Fresh from beds. We wait long, patient Trudge the trenches, to stave away Failure's stenches. Once more, until we meet Our ends; Continue calling What luck might send, We want most, if not all The gifts unknown, To make them known. And yet this day Is clearly done, We slump away Back to our homes. We write our fingers, to the bones. Sleep and toss, (A dream's a peach) Then once more, Unto The Breach.
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
A Journalist's Semester
Once more unto the breach, dear friends; We tremble, we withdraw our pens We sit still, listen Calm, collected To prove our brains Have not defected, Once more letting them teach Our heads We caw and flutter Fresh from beds. We wait long, patient Trudge the trenches, to stave away Failure's stenches. Once more, until we meet Our ends; Continue calling What luck might send, We want most, if not all The gifts unknown, To make them known. And yet this day Is clearly done, We slump away Back to our homes. We write our fingers, to the bones. Sleep and toss, (A dream's a peach) Then once more, Unto The Breach.
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German
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
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