Thrown Read Count : 18

Category : Poems

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Turn-ing fast 

His Jab missed.

Quick-ly I

Cy-cloned  with

Well timed fists.


But I missed.


Noble tries

See-ing past

Swoll-en Eyes,

Seen close-ly

Count-er-ing


Ad-verse-ty.


Whose El-bow 

And Head Butts

To my Guts

Got Me all

Co-vered up.


God Help Me!


Plant Your Feet 

Block and Straight 

Up-per Cut,

The Fu-ck

Out Bad Luck.


Vic-tor-y!

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