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Jan 2019
Stand up straight
and eyes to the front
Where else would they be?
Im looking ahead
I thought I could see
Shoulders back
to where?
the past?
without me?
Bottom in
stomach in
after that curry?
come on
feet apart
Unless I am mistaken
they usually are
stand up
I am not glued to a  chair
although I wish I was
Written by
cheryl love
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