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Jan 2014
There is garbage in and garbage out,
more of it stays in, leaves doubt,
what to think of life and there about,

the cost of msinformation

when you lay down your head for bed,
and your stomach is full, there is no dull lull
in the energy, inside see, oh there is a problem

the cost of winding down, the clock that
goes tick tock, ticktock, all night
as you glow in the dark, from metabolic sparks,

fitness hits every attribute of your life,
physical,
emotional,
spiritual,
social,
intellectual,
mental,
vocation, in no particular order,
adapt or become fossiled grizzle,
life will go on while you fizzle
out
of
existence,

It really is about knowing when you are full, and of what,
It really is about knowing when you are empty and need a refill,
of what won't make you ill kept, ill tempered, ill so others do not
keep, their distance... by the way
how are things in NYC to night? One week to go...till that Big Game
What about Australia and all points between,
and how is that other side of the Atlantic doing,
I won't go further than that because I have to riot,
and I am having one writing this.



©DWE012014
Did not know how long or short this was going to be, when I sat down at the keyboard.
PSA - this does not prescribe a diet, a program or a fitness solution, nor are any sleep ...yawn,
aids prescribed therein, your life is your own so lead it, the food you buy, eat it, waist not want
not, there are no spelling mistakes included, any words are just the way they were intended, like you, and you are the only opinion that matters, in love, in life, in leaping before you look, and oh, checkin with the Big Guy once in a while, He says you don't call, you don't write letters like you used to, He thinks the world of you and you two seem to be drifting apart.


Addedendum
What is it to be empty, when your stomach is empty, does it growl,
What sound does your soul make once empty? Is it ever empty?
What sound does one whose creativity has been emptied out, don't pout
find out what does it give or take to refill, tap into the imagination...you
know you can, you know you will!
Ottar
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   bex and Nat Lipstadt
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