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Feb 2017
Engage me then, Fortune. I know of your plans
to threaten my home, my life and my land.
How close dare you get before I take this shot?
My feet are unsteady, but my aim is not.

Come stand with your feeble battalion before me.
I know all your moves now and frankly, you bore me.
Surround me with multiple lines of attack:
small as I am, I can kick higher than that.
Six Flowers
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Six Flowers
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