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Mar 2020
“Why must we fight?”
Asked the boy
With the tear-filled countenance.

“Because we are told so”
Responded the woman
After a dense pause.

“Then there is no question,”
Stated the man.
And with tearless eyes,
He went to take his father’s place.
“Theirs was not to make reply,
Theirs was not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:”
-Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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     Reyna, --- and Grey
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