It was just a knot, a tiny ding,
Blue, the size of a dime.
A week goes by,
it's grown in size.
From shin to heel,
a full on bruise.
It thrums and throbs,
the bass drum of my youth
Such pretty colors, purple and yellow. I might wear shin guards to the next slam.
And another note: It might be time to find a good chiropractor.
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