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Words are our weapon
What a powerful sword we wield
There is no armour against them
No defense, no shield

There's no recovery from its scars
No clotting for the bleeding
Whether the word is spoken
Or it's a document for reading

With words we shape our children
We build up friends or tear them down
Even the smallest phrase
Can free a mind or keep them bound

Be careful how you use them
For once it's drawn there's no going back
Use your weapon wisely
And not always for attack

6/24/15

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