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May 2014
I get to the ring as brave as can be.
No fear at all as I listen to the crowd cheer.
I go into the ring with no signs of fright.
Just ready to fight.
They call my name. Now i wait for my fame.
I take steps to the center of the ring as the bell sounds with a ding.
A job here and a job there. As we dance around the ring.
I hear the bell ring and I think the world is prepared to see.
The mighty boxer I can be.
Then I hear the count of eight.
Someone, yells you should have ducked.
. Now there is nothing more to fight.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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