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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aalok kare jan bharat

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She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,

all along she plays this game unfairly

After The Party

It's getting late, I must go

I had a beer where did it go

I had to pee. I know it

My Brother Can Eat

My brother can eat.

Hide your fruits,

Hide your snacks,

Hide all your tre

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We have something that holds us together,

Something that made us both better,

Som

Love's Arrow

Overwhelming and revealing

this amazing feeling,

this ache I crave, this desire,<

Our One Star

Look at the stars tonight

As we see the same light

And in that moment

It

still hold the most space in our hearts.

And then I realized

that to be

more alive

I had to

be less

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To One in Paradise
Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,

A Time To Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I