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Pens Drawn Ready.

There they sat,

Pens drawn like swords,

Prodding the paper between them.

Their swords sometimes crossed

As they saw a word,

Or a letter on the other side

Of the crossword they were doing.

Every day they are there,

Pens drawn,

Ready for battle,

The battle of the crossword.

Filling in the words

Until they had conquered the enemy,

The enemy of the crossword,

While enjoying their coffee and toast.