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10 rounds with the champ

In the red corner - me

in the blue corner - life

 

this isn't a fair fight

there was no sparring or training

I had to come out swinging right from the bell

absorbing every jab that life throws

 

just waiting for the knockout punch

 

still dancing and going toe to toe

throwing haymakers left and right

I try to keep my guard up

hoping somehow to win by decision

 

side-stepping punches

ducking and weaving

uppercut uppercut uppercut

I dropped my guard, and there goes my mouthpiece

ding!

 

saved by the bell

 

I still have a few rounds to go...

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GaryL
54 / M / American
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Dec 12, 2014
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