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A man with withered arms
Assaulted the triceps machine
With pile-driving vigor.
His clangor betokened warfare
Against a wasting condition,
An affliction that stalks us all
Once we reach our cobweb dotage.
At his request, I snapped a picture,
Proof of his plucky commitment
To fight the fight, however pointless,
Against unyielding degeneracy.