My foot finally struck,
Upon you in a place...
I promised you it would land.
And with that imprinted there,
And in your mind...
I hope where 'something' cements,
Let us remember the day you dared.
And your eyes,
Glistening with a stare.
And opening wider...
As you were not prepared,
For the swift arrival of my foot...
Up in your der·ri·ère.
Are there any more bets you would like to place?
You should know by now,
I do all I can to keep my promises.
Keep the boot.
I have a new pair.
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