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Encased in talent like a uniform,/The rank of every poet is well known;/They can amaze us like a thunderstorm,/Or die so young, or live for years alone. ~-W. H. Auden, 'The Novelist'.
Hearts worn like a badge,
we pour them onto the page
And while I'm on the subject, if you can, please send some good thoughts - that those who wear the uniforms in far away places come home safe and very soon.