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Contest Entry for poetry contest. |
| Crouched at the start Showing great form Downhill my skis dart Snow feels like norm. Past that last gate Stayed in the lines Speed seals my fate Competition declines. Just one more jump In marble like snow Peers took a dump Hang on to the flow. Don't go down now Podium's in reach Not going to blow My winning speech. Line Count:16 |