Guess Where I'm From
Warrior speculating
Clucking to their left are the defeated
Barking to their right are victors lined up for future beatings
Just spewing out special deliveries
Come foreign repugnant warriors
Heads floating far on cloud nine
One low kick to the leg, they start buckling
and now their legs are caught in a perplexing wrestling bind
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hmichael
Colgate University Bachelor of Arts Boston College High School The Steppingstone Foundation
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