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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UJALA HI PAYA

सिर्फ उजाला ही पाया है,आँखों की पट्टी

Morning Be Like

 

coffee is

 

all well

 

and good

AZADI KA ARTH

म नन्हें-मुन्ने हैं बच्चे,

आजादी क�

It Feels Like A Lifetime Ago

Feels like a lifetime ago

that I loved like that.

Wanting more

and more a

Being With You

You bring the sunshine to my rain.

You give me love when I feel pain.

 

Where The Street Ends

There's a place on each road...

Where the street ends...

Well, there's one in you

Friends Apart

we've always been together,

we did everything with laughter,

we thought it was fo

No More Sadness

It's done and it's over

I'm through with misery

No more sadness

No more y

Love More Hurts

I don't get how you can't see

All the things you did to me.

If only you knew

My Credo Of Life

Let me live within the moment.

Let me feel all that I can.

Let me cherish life fo