Wakes at five to head for a run
She does three miles each morn
And dusk, before & after the sun
Till beads of sweat adorn
The day, she chews ever so hardly
Purges hunger with water
Consume nothing, but hunger so madly
Consuming: the thirst for slender
Her clothes in it most men glance twice
But do they know what's under?
To them, a'lil under will suffice
But what about much deeper?
Pity, only the rare'll perceive
The merit that is underneath
18 April 2008
Written for a very good friend.
Tiffanie Lein
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