“Just one more,” is my mantra
As I near my breaking point
Just one more and I can rest
And ease my creaking joints
Breathless, broken, sweating
An hour of constant pain
At the end of which I wonder
What exactly do I gain?
The answer comes soon after
I pick myself up off the floor
And crack open the biscuit tin
When it’s never ‘just one more’…
James Proclaims! 
It’s a vicious, isn’t it 😉
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Wait. What happened to “circle”?! I swear I wrote “it’s a vicious CIRCLE”!!!!!
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I think the important part was that circle or not, it’s certainly vicious…
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I’ll drink to that!
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Great stuff! Love it. You’ve got my follow. Check out my comedy blog and give it a follow if you like it!
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Glad you liked it. Followed you back.
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Awesome thanks!
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“Just one more…” I often tell myself that when trying to finish grading a stack of papers or folding my kids laundry. It always feels great to get past them but, just as your biscuits call to you, so do more papers and laundry. I think I like your cookies calling better than our socks though. 🙂
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