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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508329" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Finnigan's Finish</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508329" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They thought I'd be a champion;<br> They boasted loud of me.<br>A dozen victories I'd won,<br> The Press was proud of me.<br>I saw myself with glory crowned,<br> And would, beyond a doubt,<br>Till last night in the second round<br> A Dago knocked me out.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508329" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It must have been an accident;<br> I cannot understand.<br>For I was so damn confident<br> I'd lick him with one hand.<br>I bounded in the ring to cheers;<br> I panted for the fray:<br>Ten minutes more with hoots and jeers<br> They bore me limp away.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508329" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I will not have the nerve to face<br> The sporting mob today;<br>The doll I fell for--my disgrace<br> Will feel and fade away.<br>Last night upon the brink of fame<br> No favour did I lack:<br>Tomorrow from the sink of shame<br> I'll beg my old job back.</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=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a></strong></div>

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