Ten.
I tucked my feet under the couch.
Sit-ups.
Just like grade school when Roger Meints held my feet.
Ten on Monday.
The same strained face with added aged spots.
Fifteen on Friday.
I sat up and looked around
and had this gut feeling it was Monday again.
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I had a similar memory pop up when I sat on a swing @ Maranatha during our writer’s retreat time.
Good one Ger! Picture perfect!
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ha smiles..i didn’t do sit ups forever…maybe i should…i should…smiles
I dare ya!
Gerald the Writer 
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