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A non-skier goes skiing
Twenty-one years old and I had never skied,
I chose April seventh when it was sixty degrees.
Bunny slope was closed so we went to the blue,
Couldn’t slow down cus “pizza” and “fries” weren’t things I knew.
Three runs completed and it was time to go,
By noontime all the slush had transformed from snow.
The next day was sore and I could detect where I fell,
Healing was quick thanks to the massage from Living Well.