Call out the troops–
not the ones that fight–
the ones that love,

and let them engage
with all those who need them
and bring warmth
to their hearts,

though they may sometimes
veer far
from the fire
of a sturdy stove.

Let them join hands
and skip through
sometimes hostile lands,
to escort their friends
to such safety
they can all play in good fun,
enjoy games,
and shoot rubber bands.

Or if none of that works,
let them do
with great love
as much and whatever
they possibly can.

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