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PUNCH DRUNK
An uppercut has a way
Of loosening up your thoughts
Like the one that jolted him
For the last time
Before the mist
Of blood and sweat
Could clear the air
Even before this legs
Could turn to rubber
His mind went back
To that first day in the gym
A hundred years ago
When it was all laid out before him
Like a path to manhood
Halfway through the fall
His chin leading the way
He caught a fleeting glimpse
Of the glory he had imagined
Of holding a shining belt
High above his head
High enough
For even his father to see
