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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Boxer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His pressure was mounting<br>along with his weight.<br>He got into training<br>a little bit late.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the grey light of morning<br>He'd be seen on the street.<br>sweating it out<br>on sneaker clad feet.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He sparred with his partners.<br>with few in the stands.<br>Then pummel the light bag<br>with lightening fast hands.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The fight date was approaching<br>and no one in the State<br>gave him much of a chance<br>of escaping his fate.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The champ was unbeaten.<br>He ground his foes down.<br>They'd be down, looking up<br>at the Champ looking down.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How then to cope<br>with an unbeatable foe? <br>This cup would not pass<br>even if he wished it so.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He was not getting younger, <br>This was his last shot.<br>Would he be one more challenger<br>that history forgot? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He was no timid soul, <br>avoiding the chance.<br>He'd go down swinging.<br>No regrets, he would dance.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He stepped into the ring<br>and they stood toe to toe<br>They touched gloved hands together<br>When the bell rings, you go.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a></strong></div>

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