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Mar 2019
Dinners are quiet, we sometimes speak
In our heads, 2 MMA fighters circling
Looking for a knockout punch
Pass the salt, please

Laughter’s a runaway
Been missing for a year or two
Never filed a report
Needs pepper, doncha think?

We shadow box through the house
Oops excuse me, that was close
Then retire to our corners
Facebook and Instagram, y’know


Copyright Β© 2019 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.
Written by
Zane Safrit  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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