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Abandoned, round, and a beige off-white-- gallivanting along the curb, what a random sight. One strong gust of wind, and oh Lord! The yoga ball will shimmy head on with a Ford! Will it pop, bounce, or cause a heart attack? I should've snagged it for my future 6-pack. Thank you, oh rogue yoga ball, that dwell in the street-- for a smile in my soul and this random sight here on the concrete.
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
Yoga Ball
Abandoned, round, and a beige off-white-- gallivanting along the curb, what a random sight. One strong gust of wind, and oh Lord! The yoga ball will shimmy head on with a Ford! Will it pop, bounce, or cause a heart attack? I should've snagged it for my future 6-pack. Thank you, oh rogue yoga ball, that dwell in the street-- for a smile in my soul and this random sight here on the concrete.
Thankful for something to smile about.
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
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