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The training has been a dry run For three years, And I'm up for the challenge. My corner is ready and supportive. I volunteered to meet my Goliath. I mirror spar with him. Shadows, Boxing me. His shadow is long. His reach is longer. Has a knock-out punch. We were besties during My Philistine years. My camp has removed the bucket and stool; They mix with the spectators, Clenching fists, cheering, Teeth gritting their resolutions, Heads shaking in surety. I have accepted my shortcomings And the power of this giant. As I enter Familiars will cheer; The litter bearers tip their hats In recognition, Waiting patiently to get to work. I belly-up for the bell. Ding.
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Goliath
The training has been a dry run For three years, And I'm up for the challenge. My corner is ready and supportive. I volunteered to meet my Goliath. I mirror spar with him. Shadows, Boxing me. His shadow is long. His reach is longer. Has a knock-out punch. We were besties during My Philistine years. My camp has removed the bucket and stool; They mix with the spectators, Clenching fists, cheering, Teeth gritting their resolutions, Heads shaking in surety. I have accepted my shortcomings And the power of this giant. As I enter Familiars will cheer; The litter bearers tip their hats In recognition, Waiting patiently to get to work. I belly-up for the bell. Ding.
Heading to UK and Ireland for a while. And I know what that means.
francie-lynch
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
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