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Dec 2011
This gut I’ve got won’t go away
while I sit at my desk each day.
Munching McDonalds in my car
won’t land me “dancing with the stars”.

Mashed potatoes, I have found,
really help pack on the pounds.
While French cut fries, it seems to me
are helping clog my arteries.

I do no exercise, to speak,-
I think about it twice a week.
This diet soda helps me not
As muscles fade , I’ve gone to ***

I’m gaining weight, my knees are shot
Carting around this gut I’ve got.
Is munching wonder bread the cause
Or am I suffering Manopause.
I was visiting a friend of mine who is a  Real estate broker. He is starting to resemble Jabba the Hut due tophysical inactivity. I visit him when I want to feel thin....
John F McCullagh
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John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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