knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,
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Poem: Conditioning

(absolutely not IK...LOL)

Step by step
on the treadmill
I eye the mountains in the distance,
and contemplate the autumn
and my feet upon
mountain trails
amid falling aspen leaves.

O grouse in the pine trees,
pheasant in the field,
deer on the hillside,
do not laugh at me.
Your day is coming.
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