I heard the words I heard
And with them make my own lament
Rather, mad your meaning blurred.
Interpretation comes each to own,
and yours and mine differ.
They creak and break as stairs will groan,
when met with boot and spur.
I hope that you meant no offense
As I meant none towards you,
Yet we own each side beyond this fence
and think what next to do.
In the end it seems, we've both just died to lore,
misinterpretation began to start this silly war.
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