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Fasting featherweights
feasting on openings,
When the heaviness
of the gloves
prove painful
for their cheekbone.
A slumping twirl
around the ring,
hunched over like grandparents
that never took “sit up straight”
to heart. Who wants to nap
first, or drag out this tarped
tussle until one can’t move a muscle.
Two underfed gentlemen
swirling for strikes
when most want to feed them bites.

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