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Milan, Italy

May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. Shall I compare thee to another workout? Thou art more lovely and more sequin'd. Rough winds do shake the runner on a trail, And summer kills snowboarding fun. Sometime too boring is the gym, And often motivation is too low. And even yoga from fair sometime declines, By chance, or dog pee on the mat, untrimmed; But thy chrome plating shall not fade, Nor lose addictive lure o'er me; Nor shall disinterest brag thou wandrest in his shade, When with amazing lines I can create, So long as I can grip or spin away, So long lives pole love and this gives wings to me.