I saw a man made of leather,
working the heavy bag, arms
blurring from jab to uppercut,
eyes glittering like a title belt.
His mouth broke into a smile,
to show a mouthful of nails.
working the heavy bag, arms
blurring from jab to uppercut,
eyes glittering like a title belt.
His mouth broke into a smile,
to show a mouthful of nails.

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