Beachside Bond: The Kettlebell’s Comeback
On a quiet beach, with sands so wide,A lonely kettlebell sat, its weight its guide.The waves would crash, the seagulls cry,But the kettlebell simply watched the sky. Rusty and still, it had waited long,No hands to lift it, no rhythm or song.It dreamed of swings, of snatches, of press,But there[…]
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