Lake Lotawana

May 7, 2009
By Anonymous

Stumbling out of bed early, morning,
Yanking on my swimsuit and soaring.
Down, down, down the hundreds of stairs,
Peeling off the cover now gasoline is pouring

Leaving a wake and away we tear,
In the water I gasp, suddenly aware.
Slipping on the ski ready to yell,
HIT IT! Off we go careening somewhere.

Gliding out of the wake so well,
Coasting back through the small swell.
Letting one hand slip into the spray,
Oh shoot, I practically fell.

Hands and legs are subtly shaking,
Now they are practically quaking.
My balance is slowly breaking.
My balance is slowly breaking.


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