As the sweat pools
At the bottom of my back
In the summer heat,
Oh how I wish this pitch
Wasn't so steep!
The earphones pump like
The twinges in my muscles,
As I feel lithe strips
Slip over one another
With intermittent pops
Of cartilage.
A bit of Candid and
Dave Matthews...
Yeah I know what that's
Like Dave to Smoke "Too Much".
God you rock my world.
I feel like you're
playing live next to me
As I reach.
The sun is so high
And the muscle ache is crazy,
But sitting with my warm
Sandwich and chatty partner
Helps the buzz settle
To the faded cheers of crowds.
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