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Getting into Your Shape

Honed to the bone
muscled and free
working your torso
a charmed property.

Furrows of ripples
and arms like an ax,
pillarous legs
and hoof pounding back.

Lean and supreme
in motions galore
early to rise with
morning done chores.

Laid concrete thighs
with skin all aglow
grip like a pistol
set to sprint go

When next you see me
next when you're seen
we'll  lose our excuses
to eating so clean.

Then we will see
what was there all along
I'll whistle my tune,
and you'll sing your song.

runningturtle87
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