How To Fight Poem by Ander Greigon

How To Fight



Plead and conjure rooms of wear,
A just to my humile spare,
Play obtrust and secure,
To plore and fast lively pure,

Came to my reality;
The tuse emit my sympathy;
Clay and wilderness bity;
A testament of hour dee;

Assume my focal interim;
The shoal of thinniest grim;
Plean the very little steam;
Against the food of least crim;

Make the sword of my amidst,
The rapidy of my acquest,
Lean to every jeopard test,
A fine and vocal of the rest,

Thin and valors were defore;
The weakest shang would never gore;
Clean thy hands of every more;
A pleasant trust to tender shore;

Mean an outcome to the need;
A phython glamour and the read;
Tlay my action sourest add:
To all suggestion tunned rad.

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