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Sunday, March 7, 2010

As You Fight It

All the world's a ring,
And all the men and women merely pugilists –
Some sluggers, some swarmers;
And one man in his time fights many bouts,
His matches being twelve rounds.

Last bell of all,
That ends this strange eventful match,
Is second childishness and mere KOblivion;
“Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”

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