Treadmill Lament

There you stand in my crowded garage Between plastic bins and file cabinet lodged. Chrome and rubber and plastic whispering promises of a body fantastic.   “Walk! Run ! Jog!” I hear you call from afar. “You spend too much time sitting in the car.” So I pull on a...
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