rows of grips on the wall
the feel of a gritty mat under calloused feet
posters of heroes
rows of beams
the joy of landing in the pit
sometimes i forget it's a "mommy & me" class
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The musings of the Edwards clan as we journey out with Uncle Sam
4 comments:
Look at you... busting out the poetry! I think your next one should be about recycling and saving the whales.
She sure looks cute on the beam with her painted toes. I miss you.
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