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Fighting Spirit by L. M. Montes

The sun pushed down a radiant heat,
our brows they wearied but didn’t retreat,

frigid breezes thrust their brutish claws,
our hands embittered but set their jaws,

The middle ground bowed at what was right,
our heads determined to stand and fight.


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