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,
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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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एक बार हिम्मत जुटाया भी

लेकिन मात

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running along

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You used me.

I thought you were the key,

But the truth is that you used me,

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If you awake to one more dreary day,

an empty heart with empty hours to kill,

rem

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See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my lady rideth!
Each that draws is a swan or

This Feeling Is Love

  This feeling inside, I cannot hide.

  This feeling inside, I can't deny.

ME TERI NA BANOO TO KEHNA

मैं मोहब्बत हूँ मोहब्बत करके देख,

A Nation's Strength

What makes a nation's pillars high

And its foundations strong?

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Accept, dear girl, this little token,
And if between the lines you seek,
You'll find the

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