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When at last the trumpet sounded, Then the fiery bull charged in, (Until Death he'd be surrounded By the crowd that thronged the Ring) The 'hero' hid behind a board, While men on horseback pierced and gored The creature 'till its back was torn; The bull slowed down when blood was drawn, And, sluggish, blindly, stared at cape That lay on "hero's" forearm draped As stepping forward he delivered the blow That left Man's Dignity at an All Time low, And as the crowd echoed his name He, unscathed, left the Ring of Shame. ANON |
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