Gym Class

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

The locker room smells nasty,
And my gym shoes smell like feet.
My socks smell like they’re made of cheese
Or spoiled rotten meat. The toilets are all backed up,
And the floors are soaking wet.
The stench around the benches
Is from everybody’s sweat. The shower stalls are moldy.
All the uniforms are stiff.
The air reeks of deodorant;
I dare you—take a whiff! I’m not the smartest person,
But I know this much is true:
Instead of calling it P.E.
It should be called P.U.

-Neal Levin

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When you proceed,

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You and I are friends
You laugh, I laugh
You cry, I cry

You scream, I scr

jane bhi do yaarooooo

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I couldn't find Your hand.
I felt so Alone,
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Wondering why you have so much hate

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Last night at dinner we had some fish,

and though I tried, I did not finish.

My m

tum or hum ajnabi ek raho pe

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hum veer jawan

जाग रहे हम वीर जवान,

safar me dhoop

यही है ज़िन्दगी कुछ ख़्वाब चन्द उम्म�