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Sep 20, 2013
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This is the legend of Cassius Clay, the most beautiful fighter in the world today. He talks a great deal and brags indeedy, of a muscular punch that's incredibly speedy. The fistic world was dull and weary, but with a champ like liston, things had to be dreary. Then someone with color and someone with dash, brought fans a runnin' with cash. This brash young boxer is something to see and the heavyweight champion is his destiny. This kid fights great, he's got speed and endurance. But if you sign to fight him, increase your insurance. When I say three, they'll go in the third, so don't bet against me. I'm a man of my word. This kid's got a left, this kid's got a right, If he hit you once, you're asleep for the night.  And as you lie on the floor while the ref counts ten, you'll pray that you won't have to fight me again. This I predict and I know the score, I'll be champ of the world in '64. Yes I am the man this poem's about, I'll be champ of the world there isn't a doubt.
Sep 27, 2013
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