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~ Poetry by me ~
Bragi, first and foremost of skalds,
Master of words and eloquent speech,
Runes of wisdom roll from your tongue.
Frith you seek to keep in the hall
When mead muddles wits,
And words would be weapons.
Soothing your song that speaks to the soul;
Heroes you greet as they come to Valhall.
May you also greet us, one day,
When we stand at the threshold
To the home of our Gods.
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