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Wooden Soldiers

Wooden Soldiers


by Anne G

Wooden soldiers stand erect, at attention on my desk.

Straight and sturdy loyalists, born of trees and charcoal lead.

All bare scars along the sides, made by teeth in pensive thought.

Each one a tool with sharpened point, create the lines of all my muse.

They stealthily glide, page after page, imprinting each and every word.

Upon request, the soft pink heads, erase too hastily crafted prose.

Simply phrased:

I could not write one single word, without the wonderful Number 2.

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