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As the ink flows, to paper, from pen manipulating power, knowing where, and when Swords and greater weapons, never entering the duel implements of dictators, tyrants, presidents, and fools Give me this day my words and will, to pour upon the page not in halls of gallantry, but in hopes, that wars will not be waged
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Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
The pen, once more
As the ink flows, to paper, from pen manipulating power, knowing where, and when Swords and greater weapons, never entering the duel implements of dictators, tyrants, presidents, and fools Give me this day my words and will, to pour upon the page not in halls of gallantry, but in hopes, that wars will not be waged
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Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
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