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twelvedaysofjune

Published: Mar 15, 2012

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Literature Text

to lay yourself
bare - to be a rose,

no thorns; a soldier,
no shield, no sword.

to row across
an ocean, no oars,
no map; to find lands

uncharted. to not know
where you are going:
any road

shall take you there.

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squibblyquill

Jun 23, 2018

I quite enjoy the piece, but I think solider was meant to be soldier, spelling wise?

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