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The fighter stands fists raised and mind willing Steady gaze and instinct for killing The opponent matches his violent mood The two square off Feet shift and pulses thumping Clenched jaws await bells sharp ringing The crowd craves their blood like food The pair contend Pure focus and adrenal pumping Bodies strained and energy sapping The cameras capture every move The balance sways Sweat pours and blood is flowing Tired arms follow ceaseless drilling The canvas conserves every drop Ding ding ding! And the fight is done Judges calling who has won The two embrace They're brothers now Before respect their hatred bows The crowd moves out Mimicked throws and opinions flowing Egos swell in glory reflecting The respect is lost on those that pose
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
What I love and hate about boxing
The fighter stands fists raised and mind willing Steady gaze and instinct for killing The opponent matches his violent mood The two square off Feet shift and pulses thumping Clenched jaws await bells sharp ringing The crowd craves their blood like food The pair contend Pure focus and adrenal pumping Bodies strained and energy sapping The cameras capture every move The balance sways Sweat pours and blood is flowing Tired arms follow ceaseless drilling The canvas conserves every drop Ding ding ding! And the fight is done Judges calling who has won The two embrace They're brothers now Before respect their hatred bows The crowd moves out Mimicked throws and opinions flowing Egos swell in glory reflecting The respect is lost on those that pose
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30/M/Perth
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
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