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Poem of the Week

Treadmill

Apologies to Gwendolyn Brooks

We lift weights. We
feel great. We

do yoga. We
eat granola. We

ride bikes. We
take hikes. We

sip green tea. We
do pilates. We

swim laps. Don’t
take naps. We

run miles. We
dress in style. We’re

the Baby Boom. We
die soon.

— Barbara Crooker