Day Eight

Picked up my skipping rope for the first time in a long time.

Felt like a kid and after much skipping, decided to start exercising again - feed the soul.

The below poem made me giggle when I read it:

The Skipping Rope

SURE never yet was antelope

Could skip so lightly by.

Stand off, or else my skipping rope

Will hit you in the eye.

How lightly whirls the skipping rope!

How fairy-like you fly!

Go, get you gone, you muse and mope -

I hate that silly sigh.

Nay, dearest, teach me how to hope,

Or tell me how to die.

There, take it, take my skipping rope,

And hang yourself thereby.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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