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Cruising down a mountain at the speed of light
Kicking up snow into the night

Soaring off jumps, without a fright
Swiftly carving, this I might

Sitting, waiting, ready to bite
Staring, gazing, the falling of white

The moon comes out and I see the light
All my worries are gone on this Friday night





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