Every muscle, every nerve.
Burning horribly with verve.
Painfully aware of every sneeze,
Every movement, every breeze.
Getting in shape is no summer-time picnic
If it was, I could eat, and not worry what' in it!
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
