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DAILY EXERCISE


Medical teams encourage.   

All ages, to stay fit,              To keep your body moving, 

Don't ever think to quit.       


Flexible, we try to stay,        

Our joints to keep in shape,  

Exercise, it is a must,            

Immobility, escape.             


Run and Jump then Kneel and Press

Daily activity,

Ensure we're not unstable,

Results, we soon should see.

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Th'actions though, could also mar

Our daily life routine,

If they're not used with caution,

I'll tell you what I mean.


Should never e'er RUN-RIOT

Disturbing others peace,

And if you find, that, doing, 

Immediately, should cease.


Nor should we to 'conclusions' JUMP,

Get all the details first,

False info. is a pitfall, 

Where friendships, could be cursed.


Mid leg joints 'ssist with confidence, 

Don't KNEEL as cowering,

With boldness stand up for yourself,

Empowerment, to bring.


PRESS-ups give you courage, 

Stamina and strength,

So we should aye 'PRESS on' in life

Trust, days, we will have length.

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In trouble though, RUN to the Lord,

JUMP  into His ope'd arms,

Before His presence, always KNEEL.

Then PRESS His blood stained garms. 


















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