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Ninth round bell of ten round fight-
Seeing double; no end in sight.

Fingers between one and ten,
Stand me up, just put me in.

Think I’m finished? Think I’m licked?
Now I’ll open bag of tricks.

Never one to cut and run,
Toe to toe is all I’ve done.

Bruised and battered, call for more,
Rather die than kiss the floor.

Stop your counting, give it up,
Perseverance’s trait worshiped.