Oh thou gym,
This is your hymn.
To thee we go,
For we would know--
The joy of pain,
Through which we gain
Agony! Exhaustion!
Perhaps satisfaction?
We shall see...
It may be...
But for now,
I wonder how--
Have I done harm,
When I can't lift my arms?
Fin
Well, if I were a better poet, people might miss me when I was at the gym...as it is...not so much.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
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