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Jul 2018
In the window of dreams

I showed you a sword

to wield as a peasant

and not as a lord

a sword that is not weapon

a sword which is a tool

to empower the wise

but burn the hand of a fool

In a time not so distant

when you open your eyes

wield this sword as a gift

but not as a prize

for this sword

that is trusted with you

should guide you to light

and save what is true
Bea Mecum
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Bea Mecum  30/MTF/Lake Ozark
(30/MTF/Lake Ozark)   
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