You've probably figured out by now that I didn't finish the thirty poems in time for poetry month, but I'm getting the last few in now. The reason why you would figure it out at this point is because here's one about Mosley in the fight which only happened last night. Break my heart...
Fights are lost for just
But humbled shall be Mosley
With reward in life
Keep your money May-
weather and see not true gold
Swear on then grow old
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