Woodcrest Way is a boxing match
On this side of the road we have
The sunny clean sidewalk
The forty-something and mutt
white coat white boots white dog
And in this corner
The shady cracked sidewalk
The teen and bookbag
black jacket black jeans muddy black converse
The stare down
The size up
And we have a winner
Ms. Forty-Something shies away
From the deadly glint
In her opponent's eyes
Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 9:44 AM UTC
Woodcrest Way is a boxing match
On this side of the road we have
The sunny clean sidewalk
The forty-something and mutt
white coat white boots white dog
And in this corner
The shady cracked sidewalk
The teen and bookbag
black jacket black jeans muddy black converse
The stare down
The size up
And we have a winner
Ms. Forty-Something shies away
From the deadly glint
In her opponent's eyes
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