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Saturday, May 3, 2014

Morning Exercise

Legs that I remember are vine-like make their
way through the bushes.
Stroke one and another stroke
Built like a tank, I know.
Finding solace in my tank
Another fat molecule
Another piece of cake
I hike
I hike
Posted by Hilary Covil at 8:30 AM
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