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Feb 2020
With swerves and glides
and bolts and slides, they
danced on hard matrasses.

A hit, a punch, a kick,
a bunch of quick
dashes in rapid succession.

The fall from grace,
the blurry face and dartling eyes
the get-up and realize
everyone has a different pace.
I hope the little punk has
learned his lesson.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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