Muscles tight, mind sharp,
Does it ever get somewhat nice?
Don’t you cry, listen to the harp
what would Verissimus say about you staying under the blankets all huddled, nice and warm?
why, who, what,
at the end, that’s the prize,
muscles tight, mind sharp.
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Carpe diem, get up and experience the day. take good with bad and breath in for life is short. A good message in this poem
Indeed! Thank you so much Sorrenbarrett!
You are most welcome
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