Just Don't Ask Me to Do the Parallel Bars
How is it that I wake up
in the bright life of midnight
being fifty-five and greyhaired
and physically cumbrous,
but mentally, mesdames
et messieurs, mentally
as agile as any gymnast
at the Paris Olympics?
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2024-07-22 at 04:29
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