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Monday, August 22, 2011


Bombing hills
For thrills
On my longboard
I’m never bored
Rushing down sidewalks
Racing flying hawks
Wind flowing fast through my hair
Not even one care
Leaning left to right
What an amazing fright
Uh oh
Speed wobble, I can’t slow
Try to ride it out
But it’s a rocky route
I put my foot down
Shit, going to fast, I frown
I know it’s coming hard
I’ll feel like a tard
Ohhhh *$%*#!#$%^*
I crashed
Knees bashed
Elbows torn
Also the jeans that were worn
Well, lets take another run
There is still 15 minutes of sun

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