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A medal of argent
on the chest of a sergeant
caught the eye of a certain
half-drunken bar gent.
“What’s it for?”
asked the fellow
in a voice tinged with mellow,
“How’d you get it?
Was there killing,
and if so, do you regret it?”
The soldier then prattled
on the tale of a battle
that had the bar patrons rapt and rattled
by the death and the gore,
blood and carnage galore,
and triumphant seizure of enemy chattel.
With a smirking grin
three other men reached in
to their pockets and each
held the medal's very twin!
“A nice story to tell, bro,
it failed to sell, though,
for we all recognize a frequent customer prize
from Mason Yellow, our local bordello.”
MMXXV: 302/365
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