MILKY WAY: A POETRY COLLECTION - A SPOON WHO THOUGHT IT WAS A SWORD

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whether as a hobby or a humble chore.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiMnvKyddmH
Not every battle is fought upon a battleground.

The fork burst into laughter.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrahbIludsA
"Daydreaming again, my friend? One doesn't have to be that blunt."

"I am no less than a sword," the spoon replied. "Say what you will.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1m2LujnZ5l
At least I do not prick. What's the difference between you, needles, and pins?"

The fork rattled in protest.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlIZAlLBnU4
"A sword?" it scoffed. "You're a spoon."

"And yet I rescue. I serve. I carry warmth to trembling hands.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvh5XDwKGqK
A sword leaves wounds. I leave people fed."

"You need sleep," said the spatula at last. "Such fantasies can be exhausting.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjKBfI3UJG5
Sometimes I wonder whether we're even kin."

The spoon smiled.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKt4MvkVpmW
"Perhaps.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBtYJ9CoBW7
But we are what we choose to be."

The fork sighed.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT2s9VTFyPI
"Then choose to be useful.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSRsM14hdyB
The soup is getting cold."

The spoon paused…55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE5ThbSB4q2
then dipped into the bowl.

"A knight reports for duty."

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