So for days it linger
A sign of my foolishness
To have some fun while the kids are at it
The busy day sometimes distracts
Till the quiet moments arrived
Usually when I am all by myself
In the showers
In the dressing room
Or waiting for a bus at YMCA at 930
In the evening
Inevitably it creeps
At first silently and slowly
I'd never had notice
If not for the
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