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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Entertainment · #2193340
The hills were as white as fresh fallen snow
The cold hit me first
At my face and my throat
Then crept underneath
My pants and my coat

I shivered and shook
As I felt the chair sway
I just couldn’t wait -
The first run of the day

The hills were as white
As fresh fallen snow
Of course they were
Snow covered below

I loved every thrill
Every sight I could see
It’s amazing I thought
Virtual Reality
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