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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Entertainment · #2193339
One more quick run down the slope
The snow lay dense upon the ground.
The air was cold and wet.
With flurries swirling all around,
we’d have more inches yet.

I pulled my collar closer still
and tried to warm my face.
I trudged up higher on the hill
but couldn’t keep the pace.

We had been sledding all day long;
I was so tired and beat.
I knew that something else was wrong -
I couldn’t feel my feet.

But snow like this was such a hope.
We had to make it last.
Just one more quick run down the slope
and then we’d head home fast.

Sliding, gliding down the hill,
Slicing like a knife.
Yelling out to break the still,
we hung on for dear life.

GERONIMO!
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