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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We have something that holds us together,

Something that made us both better,

Som

ishq or dosti

 

Ishq Aur Dosti Meri Zindgi Ke Do Jahan Hain,

Ishq Meri Rooh Toh Dosti Mera

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A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
Beside me sin

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I waited, and you didn't come.

I called, and you didn't answer.

I knocked, but yo

apne daman mein chupa loon tujhko

Mein apne daman mein chupa loon tujhko.

Dil karta hai apna bana loon tujhko.

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Vulnerable before I found you

Lost in the lonely streets of my heart

I loved you

MAA KI SAHANSHILTA

बड़ी ही जतन से पाला है माँ ने

हर एक �

HAR PAL LARTA HAI

कभी हंसाती है तो कभी रुलाती है जिंदगी

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I own a big fat cat-

The fattest for miles around.

Wherever there's lots of food,

Befikri ho chali

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