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Karate Kid 6
Martial arts have been part of my life for a decade and a half.
I became fluent in hand to hand combat and weapons like the staff.
I took punches and kicks to my throat and groin,
Bled and cried while paying them coin.
Became an assistant and eventually a teacher,
To children and adults, passing down wisdom like a preacher.
I got my blackbelt and could win at sparring.
But despite all the injuries and countless scarring,
Conditioning my hands to break boards and bricks,
I could never catch a fly with a pair of ******* chopsticks.
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