Motion, I love thee — an unreadable poem
Motion, I love thee, I love thee to death.
I am moved by every gifted breath.
As long as I have thee, it’s never too late
to do dancing or reaching or swimming or weights
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Birthday girl
hey it’s my birthday! I know that but do you? I popped from the womb upside down early I jerked and I jumped right out of my pram they called me Jigger who never lay still when you think of the odds what a marvel oh what a thrill! and every day I’ve clambered from the dark […]
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