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The Pipe

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I stare down
Its laughing at me
Temping me to challenge it
I accept

I hop and start to pick up speed
Now it’s laughter becomes fear
As it sees no fear in me

I drop in
Then launch into the air
I pull hard to get my spin around
I look back down to see the landing get
Smaller… smaller… smaller…
Then only to fall back
As the landing gets
Bigger… Bigger… Bigger…

I complete my spin
And hit the ground
Then regain my balance
Only to do it over again
As I reach the other side of the pipe





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