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The anger I have Is felt by many. Left out to dry In a world that’s nearly as tough, as I was in my time. I fought for a living, some say pretty good at it too. Too old now though. Since last time, things have changed. A lot has changed: Illness and obsession runs lives, the drive and passion Are for different things. The 49 year old comeback, Don making Champions. Money. That would be nice, to be cared for by those who wanted what you earned, took it. Too many punches taken, not enough thrown, even fewer landed to stay new I hear the 10 count, I am done.
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
Fighter life.
The anger I have Is felt by many. Left out to dry In a world that’s nearly as tough, as I was in my time. I fought for a living, some say pretty good at it too. Too old now though. Since last time, things have changed. A lot has changed: Illness and obsession runs lives, the drive and passion Are for different things. The 49 year old comeback, Don making Champions. Money. That would be nice, to be cared for by those who wanted what you earned, took it. Too many punches taken, not enough thrown, even fewer landed to stay new I hear the 10 count, I am done.
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
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