Skippin' Class

There is a bluff,

A bluff I’ve stood on many times.

Often I would wonder,

How long & far I’d slide.

Would I make to the lake?

Of falsified beauty.

Or would I stop upon the trees?

With the ever swaying duty.

I stood at the edge of oblivion,

With sanity in tact.

I stood in fain amazement,

As they came swinging back.

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Swing swing

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that was carzy good

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