Saturday, February 19

Body Blow

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I dont want to hold your hand.
Seven simple sounds,
That once floored a man.
He was a warrior.
A bare knuckle pugilist,
With hands as hard as stone.
Now floored by a beauty,
he thought was his alone.
This was her perfect punch.
A whispered body blow.

By Stephen Harvey

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