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Finally I can cross another item off my bucket list
Cold, bitter cold. It slices beneath the coat, Freezing, Biting, Stinging.   Pain, dull pain. The ground slashes hard, Aching, Jarring, Straining.  
Though I woke before the sun had risen I was already late, forced to hurry I would soon break free from the prison Of the civilized world and its worries.
The months stretch on, I Have no choice Enter the snowboarding movie In my mind’s eye I keep them, Never far away Wonderful and simple Alone in the trees Riding on the Dark Side of the Moon
Thinking All I do is leave the world with my imagination sinking Spring, Summer, Fall I must endure Even though no snow is for sure
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