Shall I compare thee to a lone soldier?
Thou art standing assertive and noble,
Unselfish, without chips on thy shoulder
And always prepared, ready, and mobile.
Awaiting 'til morning, to go to war
Plowing through dense forests of green and brown.
A risky journey thou must account for
But never recognized nor put down.
Prepared to lose thy prized life in a clash
Yet never displaying signs of distress.
Performing thy vital task in a flash
Then, recharging for the next grim conquest.
Oh dear toothbrush, thy bravery prevails,
Dost thou not know what thy duty entails?
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