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With the fresh wind in his face and memories left wallowing in the dust Posting sentries in his yard...his loyal Bravehound Irma stationed by his side
Two ducks...North and Wicca...standing guard...and his friends...his Sappers...far and wide
He lets them in from time to time...when memory serves and frustration wains
They know he fights a war inside and they patiently wait...until he lets them in again Comparing battles...his body and mind feel inner strength
Dusting off that bottle of mead and drinking in a honeyed meadows rain
He straightens up and forgets his pain again
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