The gymnastic walk 3

THE DIARY OF A COVID-19 WALKER

Part 154 “The gymnastic walk 3”

Life is but a calamity,

From the Almighty,

At anytime, even in its twilight

As Twiine briefed me about the passing on,

Of Steven, our no nonsense ranger,

At Nyungu Yamawe,

Ai maaawe

!

First the two hounds disappeared,

The mother and the son,

As the Chinese built up the mast,

I wondered!!!

Then he crashed into the car

,

At the Najera-junction and shattered his brain ,

Also Shattering his head,

He died,

Was soiled and buried,

As the Ants

he sprayed against,

At the forest did revenge!

Gnawing thier teeth,

Every minute and second,

In his death!

No wreaths!

So I started with the press ups,

And moved with Linda,

The lady with a gap between her teeth,

And to say the least, the legs

..

Her behind protruding,

And including…

We pushed up and down,

As she screamed,

Loud and about,

I nuanced,

Menacingly!

I saw Katie holding a kite,

Through the window,

As though lost in the meadows…

And remembered when Maddox,

Went blank on blankets and wines…

I turned on treadmill,

With Willy,

And William,

Till I hurt my arm,

This useless left arm!!

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