I am Back

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In the early of dawn, I broke bread with wine
Words would not do, so I drew out my sword
And honed its life-roughened edges
On the forgotten whetstone in the yard
I stood in the moonlight
My sash knotted tight,
Face painted for the battlefield,
I clutched my decorated shield
Swung my shining scimitar
And headed for the office.

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