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With the sharp sword raised High upto the sky, "Into the Fire!", He ordered. They all went in. The blazing flame in his eyes Prompted his quicker senses. "Retrieve & return", He shouted. They obeyed in silence. Looking around he felt The only shock in his life The sword thrown away He sat down and wept. The crowd looked on anxiously Their vision was perfect: A heap of ashes!! And a hungry look on every face.
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Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
The Spirit
With the sharp sword raised High upto the sky, "Into the Fire!", He ordered. They all went in. The blazing flame in his eyes Prompted his quicker senses. "Retrieve & return", He shouted. They obeyed in silence. Looking around he felt The only shock in his life The sword thrown away He sat down and wept. The crowd looked on anxiously Their vision was perfect: A heap of ashes!! And a hungry look on every face.
2016 August 14, 09:30
kolumn
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Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
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