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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Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink

Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;

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MA ME TERI AARTI UTAR LUN

कर गयी पैदा तुझे उस कोख का एहसान है

YE MATWALI ZINDAGI

आज रात दुख वाली है तो कल दिवाली है,

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Love Online

How did this happen I continue to ask?

As I get online waiting for time to pass

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KOSHISH KARENGE HAM

KOSHISH KARENGE  HAM KI TUMKO TANHA 

 NAA HONE DE.... TERI ISS DIL KI 

ISHQ BEWAJAH

HA US VAKTT ME TERA THA 

JAB TAK TU MERA THA 

VO PAL VO RAATE VO YAADHE

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I waited, and you didn't come.

I called, and you didn't answer.

I knocked, but yo

hamari yaad ati hai

wo zindgi hi kya jisme mohobbat na ho.

wo mobbat hi kya jisme yaaden na ho 

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Are you bored?

 

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