Like a beaten prize fighter a face into the storm
Feel the wind pelt me with jabs and crosses
Left hooks as I plod forward swinging back
hitting nothing but air.
I will not fall to me knees
although I am rocked
but charge like a mad bull.
If I could I would clench
try to head but or a low blow.
I’ll try anything I can
Sometimes winning consist
of being there at the final bell.
Most of the time that is all
we can hope for.
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- Earn your points... by crisstiena.
5000 points, ended December 26, 2008, 33 entries
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Comments
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You have a couple of typos, and if i know crisstiena, she will mark you down for that. Just a friendly word of warning.
Otherwise, I like this. The last stanza is the best. Good luck in the contest.
~ cherry -
So true, it's not final till the last knock out so to speak, great inspiration.
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i agree, but i don't think i have ever been there to the final bell but through some things, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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