Thousands

Thousands

A Poem by Karl Woof Junior

Those steel spikes on cleans, materialism at rest and animism to test.
His secret kiss of his pride in faith is what separates some athletes.
Unknown kicking at the door, a life of dedication is all he knows.
The biggest and last contest is nothing until battered spikes are at rest.

© 2013 Karl Woof Junior


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Added on July 27, 2013
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Karl Woof Junior
Karl Woof Junior

Long Island, NY



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A Poem by Karl Woof Junior