Latent Vim

Surprised myself this morning with a ride
I thought I lacked the stamina to do.
With hesitant consent I modified
my calendar, from nothing to a few.
Deciding to begin, to soldier through
two-thirds of my routine or maybe less,
successive pedaling conveyed ten new
degrees of latent vim, and happiness.


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