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0915
\nStung like a bee<\/p>\n

Sonny Liston<\/strong>
\nBy Cassius Clay<\/p>\n

Clay comes out to meet Liston and Liston starts to retreat,
\nif Liston goes back an inch farther he’ll end up in a ringside seat.
\nClay swings with his left, Clay swings with his right,
\nLook at young Cassius carry the fight
\nListon keeps backing, but there’s not enough room,
\nIt’s a matter of time till Clay lowers the boom.
\nNow Clay lands with a right, what a beautiful swing,
\nAnd the punch raises the Bear clean out of the ring.
\nListon is still rising and the ref wears a frown,
\nFor he can’t start counting till Sonny goes down.
\nNow Liston is disappearing from view, the crowd is going frantic,
\nBut radar stations have picked him up, somewhere over the Atlantic.
\nWho would have thought when they came to the fight?
\nThat they’d witness the launching of a human satellite.
\nYes the crowd did not dream, when they put up the money,
\nThat they would see a total eclipse of the Sonny.<\/p>\n