I crashed
Even before I felt For it was thought That brought My demise I sure do surmise Call me Sherlock For I deduced You would take And you did—you took-- Grabbed Pinched Filched Stole My stroll My step My jump A lump In my throat Don’t gloat Young bloke My pieces I’ll put back together So my heart Becomes a rope A tether Knotted up Into a noose I can pull my head through And choose to choke On your scent Hell bent I was am still thrill. Copyright 2017: Jodi Leigh Miller
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Jodi Leigh Miller is a Women's Physique IFBB Pro with experience in all divisions. She is a record-achieving power-lifter, posing specialist, certified trainer, life coach, and author. She holds an English degree from The University of Texas at Austin and is a certified educator. Jodi was recently accepted into the low-residency MFA in Writing program at Pacific University Oregon and begins January 2018. She is an experienced, knowledgeable, multifaceted phenom who shares her soul in this blog. Archives
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