The reason for my man armsA Poem by Annabelle Lee
If I were six pounds lighter
Or had lifted five pounds more I'd already have state in my pocket Which is what I've been working for Not to worry, there is still two months For me to either fix myself, Or throw my whole body weight up On that bar, in metal form Little freshman Tired and sore But ready to be champ Working toward that state goal I want it so, so bad Bench is all good and done But squat and clean need some work And by the time the meet runs around I'll be welcoming the hurt. © 2013 Annabelle LeeReviews
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6 Reviews Added on January 24, 2013 Last Updated on January 24, 2013 AuthorAnnabelle LeeMiddle of NowhereAboutHello everyone I am Annabelle Lee. I am FINALLY, after June 12, the ripe old age of fifteen. I'm a poet. I want to write novels, as well, but those do not belong on this site in hopes that someday .. more.. |

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