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skiing poem



Driving up  

the sun shining  through your window   

you feel so exited  

you see the Valley  

You get all your ski gear on  

you clip in  

Hop on chair 

you’re at the top   

so happy  

we have such a nice mountain  

you ski down in to the park with snow spraying in your face 

And the nice cold breeze  going up your facemask  

And you just wish this day would never end. 


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