Body+builder+blues*

My body is a shrine I love its tapered lines A testament to iron will A concrete poem to myself I take the oil from the shelf The mirror sings my praise

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I see, my body glow I nurture it and it grows A rock hard temple for my soul A modern hymn to self control I run my own flag up my pole I glory in my gaze

The thought of love is sweet But i don't feel complete Until Im lifting bars again And sweating with my fellow men This trophy I hold in my hand Is proof that hard work pays

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