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Sword says to Pen

“I’m tougher than you,

A cock to your hen.

You’ll suffer for true.”

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Pen says to Sword

“I embrace what I’ve heard

And for your reward

I gift you my words.”

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Sword was most pleased

Thinking Pen was relenting

And Sword’s bluster ceased

From the furious venting

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But Pen sat and smiled

Knowing words can’t be owned

And Sword then beguiled

Had now been dethroned

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Pen to Sword whispered

“Words belong to one and all,

Every madam and mister,

And pride comes before the fall.”

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