We were skiers since day one, we'll be skiers til the day we die!The word traverse is what I like to avoid,
My hobbies include popping ollies off an asteroid.
Feeling the flow of the snow as we go,
The sun makes you blush in the slush,
you should know.
Fifty on the nose,
Trim nails on the toes,
Full charge on the pod,
when it dies it blows,
like the wind,
Again and again,
It's stingin my nerve ends,
the chills they send,
and the bend in my knee,
it makes me see,
this could be free,
if you hike up the trees,
Use them as a hand-hold brave and bold,
in the cold,
so I'm told."Excuse me while i light my spliff. Good god, i gotta take a lift"
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