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A jot, a blot is all I need To give my thoughts their sweetest deed I swing and swirl this loot of ink As letters dance to what I think Think not and write you cannot do Like Napoleon to Waterloo For what is war but a loss in wager A broken truce in a piece of paper? Papers shrink and end in bins As writers make their painful sins But how can that be not far better Than to hallow one with a price much greater? Greater than the boldest force And the many knights in their battle horse Is a gobbled pride left sealed in wax To unleash the sheep and **** the fox Foxtrot to the endless seams Of choicest words and inner hymns Writing is a hundred twice as fun And safer than a loaded gun Guns may pierce the human flesh But words hit straight a person’s chest For what it’s worth, a mighty mortal Can fall to such a force as equal Equal to a slash of sword Is an ample dash of pointy words A blood spill sure can end a war Don’t you think a pen can get that far? Far and near are distant words That pens can glue but not the swords For I can rule the world and sprout a seed A jot, a blot, is all I need.
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May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
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A jot, a blot is all I need To give my thoughts their sweetest deed I swing and swirl this loot of ink As letters dance to what I think Think not and write you cannot do Like Napoleon to Waterloo For what is war but a loss in wager A broken truce in a piece of paper? Papers shrink and end in bins As writers make their painful sins But how can that be not far better Than to hallow one with a price much greater? Greater than the boldest force And the many knights in their battle horse Is a gobbled pride left sealed in wax To unleash the sheep and **** the fox Foxtrot to the endless seams Of choicest words and inner hymns Writing is a hundred twice as fun And safer than a loaded gun Guns may pierce the human flesh But words hit straight a person’s chest For what it’s worth, a mighty mortal Can fall to such a force as equal Equal to a slash of sword Is an ample dash of pointy words A blood spill sure can end a war Don’t you think a pen can get that far? Far and near are distant words That pens can glue but not the swords For I can rule the world and sprout a seed A jot, a blot, is all I need.
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larry-potter
29/M/Russian
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
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