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Snowboarding

Going down a hill
At full speed throttle
Nothings is in your way,
It’s like forgetting about tomorrow.

Adrenaline starts to rush
Ice cold snow falls on your face
Makes you feel like you’re in a trace.

As you go faster,
The bottom soon appears
Before you know it,
You’re out of third gear.

All of a sudden,
You’re starting to stop
The flying feeling is no more.

When you look back up,
And see what you concurred
The thing on your mind
is hoping for another thrill,
when you go back tomorrow.

This is snowboarding.





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