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Mightier than the Sword An angel whispered in my ear
She said "Write down what you are about to hear"
I replied "I do not have a pen"
She said "Well go and find one then" All I could find was a bottle of ink
And then the the angel paused to think
Now whenever I write it is always a thrill
For an angel's feather is my quill
