I am all bruised. This morning, I tugged with a worthy opponent.
We wrestled for an hour and a half.
But he held on firmly.
I tried some fancy footwork. It didn’t work.
I made some fast body moves. No good either.
My eyes bulged.
I breathed in gulps.
My neck muscles popped out.
My hair stood on end.
I cried, “Give!”
A superior wrestler overpowered me in the match.
But, tomorrow, I must tackle him again.
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