I set off with good intentions
The time was quarter past eleven
It was hell, lack of breath
And not the glorified buzz of heaven
The trees and fields were pretty
And the dog walkers said hello
But I couldn’t wait to leave
Turn around, foot forward, and go
After I felt satisfaction
The sweat, the heat and the cold
And the euphoric natural high
Good endorphins, so I’ve been told
Although it was horrendous
I’ll have to do it again
If I want to look the part, a piece
of art
And fit in that blue dress again.
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