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Apr 2019
Why label what has no brand,
not all is to say,
so who's to understand,
every verse in every song, we sing to dance,
I could be wrong,
I do not doubt,for life is short,
it's been a bout,
in a ring against a blunder , chaotic silence in a wonder,
dodging punches thrown by voices,
taking hits defending choices,
on the ropes but dare not fall,
one more round,
I hear the call,
of the bell,
my head is ringing,
pound for pound my heart is stinging,
to find peace I must fight on,
it could be close,
the pain is gone, muscles aching to the bone,
I make my stand so throw your stone.......
Written by
BPIII  45/M/US
(45/M/US)   
108
   Fawn
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