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Lifting poem


Sweat Dripping down my face,
Music on with all the bass.

Lifting helps a man grieve.
The gym, I never want to leave.

My bench max is 175.
Lifting weights brings me alive.


Slamming down the pre-workout,
The side effects will make you pout.

Leg day makes me cry,
It makes my soul oh so dry.

Arm day is my jam,
Always making my bi-ceps cram.

6:00 am every day,
Being a grinder is the way.

Bent over rows,
It scares my foes.


Power cleans,
It’s in my genes.

My muscles shifting,
This is lifting.






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