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I blacked his eye

with the first punch thrown.

I took pleasure

in hearing him groan.


I spun around,

and kicked his head.

He fell to the floor

as if he were dead.


I won the fight,

and walked away.

What happened next,

I couldn’t say.


I felt remorse

deep in my heart.

Harming another

is no kind of art.


I turned and walked over.

I helped him up.

I ordered two coffees,

and gave him a cup.


I wouldn’t forgive,

but he did somehow,

from this pivotal day,

we’re best friends now.


I’ll fight no more.

This made my heart pure.

I’ll not harm another,

You can be sure.

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