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Nothing Changes ! Black belt running While I walk 2.2 mph to 2.8 mph My muscles burn. Another millimeter off my waist? My breath comes in short pants (No, not long ones) Sweat drips off my nose 25 minutes later I’m finished Too pooped to pop! Will it do any good? Will it extend my life? Who knows (until I’m dead!) Then again… Hi. How are you? Wanna go for coffee? Geez you’re beautiful. My breath comes in short pants… |
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