I was walking around on my grave shift Monday, and I saw an "add lines to this poem" paper on a wall in a stairwell. I didn't have a pen, but that didn't stop my brain from writing. Given lines are in quotes (and they're not terribly good).
"Like a firecracker
Or loaded bullet sleeping in a clip"
Awaits a single spark ere it lets slip
The dogs of war, those hateful hounds
That salt the earth and scorch the ground
In whose fell footprints poisons seep.
They slumber now, so let them sleep.
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