That heat and humidity put it on me,
Pace slowing to a crawl, not literally, but close,
I tell ya, y’all, it was hard.
Not because it was so hot, eighties,
No because it was so humid, seventies, but
Because they combined to put it on me.
I hate these runs, the beatdown and all,
Legs suffering, lungs buffering, mind melting.
I love these runs, the lifting nature they are,
Legs learning, lungs butching up, mind mastering.
As a ride these years out, a lot of them I hope
Bring the heat and humidity on, hate and love.
A newspaper and strawberries,
Old school reading material,
Older school candy,
Both good for the soul
“The attitude with which we approach the situation can determine our success or failure.” Peyton Manning
a richness of soul
exists in nothing’s stout way
where peace is within
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Keeping things going
Easy for a mind to say
A struggle for a soul
Stepped on the line
Won a game
A new streak started
Celebrated with the sunset and
Monkeys dancing around.
Baseball is good for the soul.
A mixed medley for the soul,
Enhanced by whiskey
Absorbing high notes
Feeling the soothing bass sounds
Right down to my soul
Knowing that all is right here
Believing with the music
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Arising from muck and waste
A soul reaching high
Spirit soaring with eagles
Renewal taking it’s place
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Spirits without soul
Blow like blizzards without care
Robbing us of hope
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