Never flinch
and don't get into the ring
if you can't take the hit
but I am love's stumblebum
punch drunk, shuffling gait
victim of another rope-a-dope
Forever playing out of my weight class
featherweight at best
I swing for the heavy bag
As she floats like a butterfly
stings just like a bee
and dances around me with taunting grace
as I wait for the final blow
But you don't get into the ring
unless you can take the hit
and never flinch
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