I'm in kind of a feisty mood lately. So, when I went to
bartleby.com, I decided to use the search term "fight" and I found this charming little poem....
Fight by Carl Sandburg RED drips from my chin where I have been eating.Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth. Clots of red mess my hairAnd the tiger, the buffalo, know how. I
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