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A Boxer

A boxer wants to fight.
He is not quite all right.
A box is what he makes.
All boxers are just fakes.

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All poems are trimetric quatrains. They are epigrams. And they are all written by Anders Woje Ellingsen, called Vaccinius. They were published here in the early autumn of 2015. Be judicious when you share.

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