"Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten!"
"The referee is giving the signal... Yes! The match is over! After twelve rounds of intense boxing action, we have a winner by knock out!"
"Talk about a clincher, partner, that match went down the wire..."
Friday, September 28, 2012
The Boxer's Quest
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Uranometria
Your touch, your grace, your beauty
I see through frosted window panes
Of winter, of sadness, as autumn fades
And white crystals settle in for the season.
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