Feb 042012
A sword.
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Born in the flame
Conceived in the earth
Some use me with shame
And others with mirth
Once I’ve been tamed I hardly miss
And all men fear my deadly cold kiss
They cloak themselves in shells and chains
They try to fend off the inevitable pain
I am gifted to both soldiers and kings
My beauty can rival an angels wings
But do not forget the homely hearth
For it was probably my first place of birth

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