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Ode to the Unsung Warrior
You are two scoops of vanilla ice cream; With a cherry on top
But underneath, an iceberg That could sink the titanic
You are as light as a feather; With a heavy heart
High above the clouds, but a little under the weather
The strand of thread that refuses to stay in place Under the sun
The well placed knot that refuses to come undone Under the moon
You are beauty, and strength, and grace,
And Scars, and tears—and Crooked smiles
The noble heart of a seasoned warrior
All things beautiful about the storm in paradise.
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