Eternal ExertionA Poem by Mike EspinosaRoutine morning stretches start out my static days. Limbs that don't move how they should; knees, ankles, a shoulder, and an elbow that creaks and pops like a branch in a storm that gets worse with each passing day. They say progress should be evident, yet I see none before me. I still can't touch my toes, and I still ache all over. There's no end to it. © 2010 Mike EspinosaReviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 20, 2010 Last Updated on May 20, 2010 AuthorMike EspinosaCovington, WAAbout- College Student at Western Washington University - Philosophy Major - English with Secondary Education Interest Major - I enjoy academic punctuation and grammar and can edit them quickly. - I am.. more..Writing
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