Snowboarding

Bowler2013

Snow is butter, smooth but rough.

As I come down hills, I am a bullet.

As I travel up, I'm a flowing stream,

My board is my legs, as walking comes natural.

Ready to go, I am free.

  • Author: Bowler2013 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 20th, 2015 21:17
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 6
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