Into the Scraps,
don't mind the raps,
never ever rued,
that feeling so good,
in for the tussle,
worth every aching muscle
Oh for the ache,
no piece of cake,
the fight juice has stopped to flow,
no glaze, no more glow,
think I am getting smarter?
Naw its just the ' morning after'.
Khatriranjya
15/02/2011
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