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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Gam chupa hasta chl

ग़म छूपा हँसता चल

खुद को ही छलता चल �

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I'm resting here quite regally,

The feature of the table.

Surrounded by potatoes

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I found a chat room with people abound

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Have you ever held in pain to the point where it seemed like you didn't care?

You could'v

kya kiya jaay

makaan jale to bima le sakte hai!

sapne jale to kya kiya jaay..

sher dahade to bh

Worthless Love

No stupid love song can describe how I feel

Sometimes the words other people say

KHWABO KA PARDA

Khwabon ka parda yaha par ab,

Ban

matwali zindagi

आज रात दुख वाली है तो कल दिवाली है,

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MEHBUB KI YADEN

रात भर रोती रही वो आँखें,

जाने किसक

The Indian Serenade
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing lo