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Fight

January 2, 2009
By Anonymous

I’m not your fighter.
Brass, bleeding heart
A heavy mound of pain —
You drag me down every time.
My feet are a size all
And fit in every shoe.

Maybe sometimes
Just once in a while
I’d like to win.



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someday931 said...
on Jan. 24 2009 at 1:28 am
It was pretty good but just a tip for the future if you count sylables it will sound a little better.

Good job!!!