My motley suit of armour is quite a bonny thing,
and I feel well protected the while I joke and sing.
I am the entertainer, the fool, the bard, the clown.
My face is never showing if I feel weak or down.
The word can be my weapon, the word it is my art.
It renders food for thinking, and it can touch your heart.
My own heart lies protected behind a veil
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Brings back memories of armor long gone now...
^_^
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