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!