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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Battle Royale

It is pizza Friday,
and the arena bosses have tossed the precious
disks into the ring like guns.
We all know our sides in this dog-eat-dog
sort of world;
no one else is leaving here alive.

Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry
Posted by A.Venegas at 7:46 PM
Labels: poetry

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