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The Wrestling Tournament
I wake up extremely early and crawl out of bed,/
 Now to eat my small breakfest and change as if I were dead./
 I hop into my dad's nice silver car and drive away,/
 That is the last time I will see the sun light of today.//
 I arrive at the high school and look for my weight's bracket,/
 Step into the burning gym and take off my gold jacket./
 I put on my singlet and lace up my wrestling shoes,/
 Start stretching, running, and hoping that I will not lose.//
 I watch my friends' matches until my bout is loudly called,/
 Walk to my designated mat where some kids are appalled./
 Check in my name, the ref's whistle blows, the match will begin,/
 I minute goes by and I easily get the quick pin.//
 I have about another hour before I compete,/
 To kill some time I decide to get something small to eat./
 Soon after I sit down with my friends,/
 The few hours until my next match rapidly descends.//
 Soon enough I have to wrestle another long, rough match,/
 Glance at my opponent where on his shoes there is a patch./
 I had a terrible feeling that something would go wrong,/
 This sense was strange because the kid did not seem very strong.//
 A few seconds went by and I got a very fast take down,/
 Quickly I could tell his mad coaches started to frown./
 On top I saw a swift elbow targeted at my face,/
 Blood started to pour from my nose like it was hit with a mace.//
 I got enraged and wanted to slug him but I did not,/
 Blood still rushed out of my nose and seemed like it refused to clot./
 Once it finally got plugged, I went back onto the mat,/
 Faster than ever, I made both of his shoulders go flat.//
 I went to the trainer and she claimed my nose was broken,/
 I did not know what to say, no words were spoken./
 My coaches found out and didn't want me to wrestle again,
 I thought of the choices I could make every now and then.//
 I decided I would wrestle in my final round,/
 My coaches said I shouldn't do that and I hated that sound./
 There was no doubt in my mind I would have taken first place,/
 But to me taking second that day was such a disgrace.//
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