Dec. 10th, 2003

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Verily doth I proclaim the day set upon, sir.
For it is in the dawning moments of triumph,
whereupon all the arrows of mine enemy
do their damage upon the cusp of mine very soul,
that all is lost or won upon the fields.
Tis but a shining moment e'er irrevocably forfeit
when, i' the halls long forgotten, dost though see
a pale and soft, wint'ry luminescence seeking
a weaken'd fire to set o'er its brow askew.
For tis in single presence o' knowledge that,
in effort long forgot, thine own is but a pittance.
Mine own cognizance has fled with great regard
and left nary a speck of wit i' its barren spot.

Me!

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