Here before me a blank pad,
It awaits as blank pads do.
Shall I fill it with rmablings mad,
Insights on a world brand new?
Or mayhap of tales long past,
Of rare courage, and soldiers few?
Sword on armor - a metallic clash!
As evil- and good-man both are hewn
Against the cliffs the sea-foams crash,
And on the grass is the morning dew.
Words I shall write, and pray they last,
Influencing thoughts with every group.
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