He'd hit the canvas....many times;
His 'bell'...too often rung.
He grew weary of the beatings;
On a nail....the gloves, he'd hung.
He'd had his bouts;
Too long delayed...his 'getting out;'
His mind is....hereabouts
Thereabouts....
But knows not....of it's whereabouts.....
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