Surprisingly my nemesis
was substantially larger than me
and quite a bit younger.
I managed to distract him
with an ambiguous question.
Far be it me to throttle someone
when their back is turned.
I hit him straight on violently.
To divert blame I had designed a lettered
sweater always open at the neck,
compensating for a particularly thorough
good hiding at someone else’s convenience.
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