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Aug 2016
...I would let it all out.

I wish I had a punching bag -
I would punch, breathe, & shout.

I would go-on & on & on & on
bout after bout after bout -
& then I would go- on,
another ninety rounds.

Clout after clout after clout.
until I broke the chain
with a jab, or hook, or uppercut –
with an arm like a train.

I wish I had a punching bag….
I’d finish it with a kick,
to its chest -- like a brick --
just like a crane.

For I am the rain….
Now let me end this drought!
Enough is enough – 1, 2, 3, 4….
I win.

              by total-knockout.
Written by
Light House
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