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Read Poetry: A Good Workout, by Bree Rommel

Do not look! Thou shalt not look I daren’t even cast a curious glance At the odd creature with a perky ass That walked into my gym at five o’clock, Of course – the cursed spinning class. I must not … Continue reading

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